little10 @ 2008-11-15T23: 03:00
Starting over ...
And I do not want to leave ..
I get accustomed to my life and now I must go away again.
detach again from all that I created in 22 years.
The famous "red lines.
Those that keep you anchored to the ground ..
Those who do not ever make you feel alone ..
ones that give you the strength to take any decision .. because you know you have them always with you .. your posts ..
I'll .. and find an empty house .. At least for a few hours.
Do I dare ... each start is hard .. is an act of courage.
E 'leave each time with which one is more linked to restart again .. towards the life you've chosen.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Disneylandleather Engraved Bracelets Online
The call .. Changes
When a phone call can change your mood .. When a call
can change the course of events ...
When a phone call can get you off a tear ... or a smile to blossom ..
When only hear his voice makes you shiver down my spine ..
was for weeks that I had to make this call .. but fear me 'has prevented ..
Fear of returning to the past .. fear that voice, those words ...
Fear to realize-again-to what you were important to me ..
And what I lost ..
I will always remember you .. also a tomorrow ... in the distant future .. I will remember you ..
Why I still learned a lot, and this time, though short, has given me so much ..
am happy to have made this phone call ..
I could not leave without you heard .. "Last time".
Tomorrow begins my new life, a new chapter.
And I'll take you with me .. as a wonderful memory.
When a phone call can change your mood .. When a call
can change the course of events ...
When a phone call can get you off a tear ... or a smile to blossom ..
When only hear his voice makes you shiver down my spine ..
was for weeks that I had to make this call .. but fear me 'has prevented ..
Fear of returning to the past .. fear that voice, those words ...
Fear to realize-again-to what you were important to me ..
And what I lost ..
I will always remember you .. also a tomorrow ... in the distant future .. I will remember you ..
Why I still learned a lot, and this time, though short, has given me so much ..
am happy to have made this phone call ..
I could not leave without you heard .. "Last time".
Tomorrow begins my new life, a new chapter.
And I'll take you with me .. as a wonderful memory.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Your System Is Not Modified Itunes
replacement facet to my LJ .. That other
I do not like ...
For the beginning of this new academic year I thought that a facet of newspaper-style page did not sound bad!
It sings to my changes. Simple and essential
.. nothing more.
I hope you like it .. A hug
Little
Dull Patches On My Car Paint
Think different
"We dedicate this film to fools, the mavericks, rebels, the troublemaker, to all those who see things differently, they do not like the rules, especially rules and have no respect for the status quo.Potete quote, disagree with them, glorify or vilify you but the only thing that you can never do is ignorarli.Perchè can change things, because advance the humanity and while some might call them crazy we are seeing the genio.Perchè only those who are crazy enough to think they can change the world .. change it really. "
Friday, September 19, 2008
Kates Platground Movies
good trip
Today my little star soars ..
good trip my sister ..
'll take you forever in my heart ...
In any city in the world will be.
I want you to always good. Giulia
Today my little star soars ..
good trip my sister ..
'll take you forever in my heart ...
In any city in the world will be.
I want you to always good. Giulia
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Male Brazillian Wax Charlotte
the rain falls ...
E 'came the rain ....
After many months of stifling heat came the rain ..
It reminded me of you ..
Its thick sound when it falls down on the car window .. It all smells
change ...
Everything has a different smell when it rains ...
And that wonderful smell of wet reminded me of you ..
And our evenings together ... crouched in the car in the warm, sheltered from the cold ...
to speak .. everything and anything ..
I missed you ... to die ...
And then a phrase .. "Are you really in love"
And then I turned head ... no .. you can not ... I have always refused even to think that perhaps the least ... maybe ..
I was really in love with you ...
How? I do not know .. I did not think was possible so ... and instead ..
friend told me ... "Of course you're in love ... love has many sides .. change over time .. blank, took different aspects .. but it is always love ...
Then maybe that's why after two years it still hurts like the first day ...
E 'came the rain ....
After many months of stifling heat came the rain ..
It reminded me of you ..
Its thick sound when it falls down on the car window .. It all smells
change ...
Everything has a different smell when it rains ...
And that wonderful smell of wet reminded me of you ..
And our evenings together ... crouched in the car in the warm, sheltered from the cold ...
to speak .. everything and anything ..
I missed you ... to die ...
And then a phrase .. "Are you really in love"
And then I turned head ... no .. you can not ... I have always refused even to think that perhaps the least ... maybe ..
I was really in love with you ...
How? I do not know .. I did not think was possible so ... and instead ..
friend told me ... "Of course you're in love ... love has many sides .. change over time .. blank, took different aspects .. but it is always love ...
Then maybe that's why after two years it still hurts like the first day ...
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Swollen Upper Eyelid Cure
Today I just want to make a small post.
After a long time since I write ...
But sometimes time really seems never enough ..
time and I in this last period I had very little ...
Time for change ...
And now ladies and gentlemen ... the time has come ... ... time to fly (in the words of a dear friend! =))
This post is dedicated to last night ... a special meeting ...
That made me realize that nothing, not even time and distance I never depart from some people very dear to me ...
I grew up with so far.
will always be with me ... I will go anywhere in the world in the future ... for now is "only" Milan .. then we'll see ...
Thank you for these 17 years of friendship ... you are always in my heart ..
This post is for Clare ... for the post that he has spent sul suo blog e per la splendida serata di ieri...
Saturday, April 19, 2008
How Much Can A Guy Ejaculate
Paperolimpiadi
It 's been a year and a half since my last post. I was talking about the lazy writer, but perhaps it is no longer the case.
The truth is that for a while 'time of my life is happy. Not calm, serenity has it who has no worries, have one who does not face the injustices of life, but especially those who can not see beyond their noses. Only a dolt can be fine, I guess.
But I'm happy. And when I'm happy my existential anxiety may fade into the background, Joe Corvo and it remains perched on his branch, detached and aloof, haughty, with a look that says "come back, you'll see." But as long as it stays there, I do not see why bother, to disturb this moment of constructive, determination, desire to change.
I have only this to the wonderful person who changed my life.
And so this blog, which originated as a diary as an open letter to a reader that is not there a single friend that you pass this portion can understand a little 'me ... is neglected. Not because it has nothing to say. Maybe even because there is already someone to say certain things.
But if it is true that melancholy is temporarily away from my reality, melancholia, that never leaves me, it's part of me. It is not a bad thing.
My melancholy was a thrill when one of my oldest memories is back to the surface, and as with the Mysterious Barricades by Couperin sparked in me the desire to seek, to remember better, to retrieve an important piece of my past. Once again, the Internet, this huge database of information of any kind came to my rescue and made me discover and rediscover the ancient flavors of my childhood.
was so I said to myself that I should try to retrieve an old story about Mickey, "Paperolimpiadi", and I finally found it, with a little 'difficult but I found it. And if I have not found before it's just because I've never looked before! It 's just because, as often happens in life, let it slip on the good intentions, there forget it, ignore them out of laziness, we try to convince themselves that are not important. But life is filled with these small and seemingly insignificant things ... I just let me win so often from sloth with joy that I find to do when I do, things work, and everything that works is a wonderful gear that sets in motion all the other wheels.
But back to Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck is that in reality, because let's face it, Mickey Mouse to me I've always been on the shit, shit I was on him and he was on fucking Goofy, with all his great-uncles ... they are on the ducks real engine of Walt Disney! Donald and his bad luck, the small Fantozzi is in everyone. And these beautiful ducks
it is the protagonists of the story, a story that I found not only in my heart and in my memories, but that was by far the longest streak in the history of Mickey Mouse, which has unraveled to as many as 12 numbers, and that is remained nostalgic among us as a milestone.
was 1998, and there were the Olympics in Seoul to make the setting for the story. Olympics that I remember with affection, that I have always hated the sport, perhaps because it was a sporting event that had the strength to stop, albeit temporarily, the tensions between North and South Korea, the student demonstrations. Everyone charged with a stopped, then forgotten, Greece that has united as never before nor after all, a spirit of cohesion and peaceful competition between nations. I do not know if it was really so, or if I see him so I, I trust that the memories of the golden child. I do not know if I speak so just because the events were set at the height of the decade most beautiful in the last century, the magic eighties, many times that I wanted to live not only with the eyes and consciousness of a child. But maybe if I loved it so, that's why I watch them from a very partial point of view.
I want to retrieve this piece of my memories was also because the story lasted so long and so many numbers that I could not read it all. I began to read it by accident when I was traveling with my parents, and by then it was all a try stand, waiting to hear how it was going to end, a pathos and an emotional and affective participation in respect of two small Korean friends Qui Quo Qua that the protagonist of The Neverending Story was nothing in comparison.
That summer we went to Valle d'Aosta, and it was a beautiful experience. It was the summer when I fell in love and pure mountain water and ice coming out of every tap, which in the summer in an era where mobile phones were just fiction, we managed to meet on the road with Hoda, Silvio and Emanuela who were camping in the area. It was the summer of photos of Manu who kissed a frog (ah, how I wanted to be that frog!), The summer lake ice, "but you want the good one that keeps under the counter ", the summer fondue (a nightmare that has haunted me for years and have only defeated last year). The summer that I fell in love with those friends of mine that eventually became my friends. The real ones, the ones that betray you, those with whom you share the bad things, those with whom you can feel an Easter afternoon to speak without ever tiring.
I want to rediscover the joys of comics through the eyes of the adult, for see if it still excites me as before, even read with different eyes, to see if it still moves me when I look like Mary Poppins and the tears flow in cataracts.
And probably also want to indulge in memories of a happy time, indeed, peaceful. A time careless of me baby. A time when we were younger and less tired, a time when the shadow of death, disease, injustice and not weighed on my life (and our) thoughts as they do now. Abandoned but not refugees. He does not want to be an escape from reality to relive a time that is gone and he can not go back ... and that has not ever done for these reasons. But I think that memories are an important background. Citing prof. Lazzarini, time fades, mixes, delete the faces and the faces, creating monsters from mythology features uncertain. Maybe that's why I love taking pictures so much, and I found peace of mind now that I can come back from a trip a week with over 1500 shots.
I do not want to forget, I remember the good things. A to fade ugly ones will take care of the time.
It 's been a year and a half since my last post. I was talking about the lazy writer, but perhaps it is no longer the case.
The truth is that for a while 'time of my life is happy. Not calm, serenity has it who has no worries, have one who does not face the injustices of life, but especially those who can not see beyond their noses. Only a dolt can be fine, I guess.
But I'm happy. And when I'm happy my existential anxiety may fade into the background, Joe Corvo and it remains perched on his branch, detached and aloof, haughty, with a look that says "come back, you'll see." But as long as it stays there, I do not see why bother, to disturb this moment of constructive, determination, desire to change.
I have only this to the wonderful person who changed my life.
And so this blog, which originated as a diary as an open letter to a reader that is not there a single friend that you pass this portion can understand a little 'me ... is neglected. Not because it has nothing to say. Maybe even because there is already someone to say certain things.
But if it is true that melancholy is temporarily away from my reality, melancholia, that never leaves me, it's part of me. It is not a bad thing.
My melancholy was a thrill when one of my oldest memories is back to the surface, and as with the Mysterious Barricades by Couperin sparked in me the desire to seek, to remember better, to retrieve an important piece of my past. Once again, the Internet, this huge database of information of any kind came to my rescue and made me discover and rediscover the ancient flavors of my childhood.
was so I said to myself that I should try to retrieve an old story about Mickey, "Paperolimpiadi", and I finally found it, with a little 'difficult but I found it. And if I have not found before it's just because I've never looked before! It 's just because, as often happens in life, let it slip on the good intentions, there forget it, ignore them out of laziness, we try to convince themselves that are not important. But life is filled with these small and seemingly insignificant things ... I just let me win so often from sloth with joy that I find to do when I do, things work, and everything that works is a wonderful gear that sets in motion all the other wheels.
But back to Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck is that in reality, because let's face it, Mickey Mouse to me I've always been on the shit, shit I was on him and he was on fucking Goofy, with all his great-uncles ... they are on the ducks real engine of Walt Disney! Donald and his bad luck, the small Fantozzi is in everyone. And these beautiful ducks
it is the protagonists of the story, a story that I found not only in my heart and in my memories, but that was by far the longest streak in the history of Mickey Mouse, which has unraveled to as many as 12 numbers, and that is remained nostalgic among us as a milestone.
was 1998, and there were the Olympics in Seoul to make the setting for the story. Olympics that I remember with affection, that I have always hated the sport, perhaps because it was a sporting event that had the strength to stop, albeit temporarily, the tensions between North and South Korea, the student demonstrations. Everyone charged with a stopped, then forgotten, Greece that has united as never before nor after all, a spirit of cohesion and peaceful competition between nations. I do not know if it was really so, or if I see him so I, I trust that the memories of the golden child. I do not know if I speak so just because the events were set at the height of the decade most beautiful in the last century, the magic eighties, many times that I wanted to live not only with the eyes and consciousness of a child. But maybe if I loved it so, that's why I watch them from a very partial point of view.
I want to retrieve this piece of my memories was also because the story lasted so long and so many numbers that I could not read it all. I began to read it by accident when I was traveling with my parents, and by then it was all a try stand, waiting to hear how it was going to end, a pathos and an emotional and affective participation in respect of two small Korean friends Qui Quo Qua that the protagonist of The Neverending Story was nothing in comparison.
That summer we went to Valle d'Aosta, and it was a beautiful experience. It was the summer when I fell in love and pure mountain water and ice coming out of every tap, which in the summer in an era where mobile phones were just fiction, we managed to meet on the road with Hoda, Silvio and Emanuela who were camping in the area. It was the summer of photos of Manu who kissed a frog (ah, how I wanted to be that frog!), The summer lake ice, "but you want the good one that keeps under the counter ", the summer fondue (a nightmare that has haunted me for years and have only defeated last year). The summer that I fell in love with those friends of mine that eventually became my friends. The real ones, the ones that betray you, those with whom you share the bad things, those with whom you can feel an Easter afternoon to speak without ever tiring.
I want to rediscover the joys of comics through the eyes of the adult, for see if it still excites me as before, even read with different eyes, to see if it still moves me when I look like Mary Poppins and the tears flow in cataracts.
And probably also want to indulge in memories of a happy time, indeed, peaceful. A time careless of me baby. A time when we were younger and less tired, a time when the shadow of death, disease, injustice and not weighed on my life (and our) thoughts as they do now. Abandoned but not refugees. He does not want to be an escape from reality to relive a time that is gone and he can not go back ... and that has not ever done for these reasons. But I think that memories are an important background. Citing prof. Lazzarini, time fades, mixes, delete the faces and the faces, creating monsters from mythology features uncertain. Maybe that's why I love taking pictures so much, and I found peace of mind now that I can come back from a trip a week with over 1500 shots.
I do not want to forget, I remember the good things. A to fade ugly ones will take care of the time.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Biggest Breast In Japan
A little post I want to be with you ...
I wanna be with you
If only for a night
To be the one whose in your arms
Who holds you tight
I wanna be with you
There`s nothing more to say
There`s nothing else I want more than to feel this way
I wanna be with you ....
I can`t fight this feeling anymore
It drives me crazy when I try to
So call my name
Take my hand
Make my wish ...
Perchè il passato, a volte, è difficile da dimenticare...
Perchè al cuore can not control ...
Why try as .. he is there for you .. and the world stops ...
And I hope and pray
And you cling to a little hope ...
and each day go on like this ...
With your highs and lows ... Thinking
only ...
.. I Want to Be With You
I wanna be with you
If only for a night
To be the one whose in your arms
Who holds you tight
I wanna be with you
There`s nothing more to say
There`s nothing else I want more than to feel this way
I wanna be with you ....
I can`t fight this feeling anymore
It drives me crazy when I try to
So call my name
Take my hand
Make my wish ...
Perchè il passato, a volte, è difficile da dimenticare...
Perchè al cuore can not control ...
Why try as .. he is there for you .. and the world stops ...
And I hope and pray
And you cling to a little hope ...
and each day go on like this ...
With your highs and lows ... Thinking
only ...
.. I Want to Be With You
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Yahoo Finance Symbol List
Changes ...
Exchange facet of my LJ.
Unfortunately the Christmas period is over ... it was time for a little 'change ... and put the tree in the box!
^ __ ^ I hope you like it!
Baciotti to tuttiiiiiii
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Severe Pain Behind Ears When Drinking Alcohol
Disappearance ...
I do not know how many centuries do not write a post on my dear LJ. Guilt
exams .. What I
fatigue ... really need a good and healthy night's sleep, free of thoughts and concerns.
I wanted to make a jump here to say that I'm alive ... even if in fits and starts
^ __ ^ Now I expect the books again and frenzied hours of study I am following day by a score of this part .
A hug to everyone who stopped by.
I'm going to squash back on the book .... Grrrrrr .......
Baciuz!
I do not know how many centuries do not write a post on my dear LJ. Guilt
exams .. What I
fatigue ... really need a good and healthy night's sleep, free of thoughts and concerns.
I wanted to make a jump here to say that I'm alive ... even if in fits and starts
^ __ ^ Now I expect the books again and frenzied hours of study I am following day by a score of this part .
A hug to everyone who stopped by.
I'm going to squash back on the book .... Grrrrrr .......
Baciuz!
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Dental Clinics Open On Saturdays In Austin Texas
Evening "International" ...
What fun tonight ... ^___^
Evening "international "!!!!
not take much to enjoy ... the right friends, a table where to sit and chat and you're done! : D That
laughter that I got tonight ... everything made me laugh at the insanity! XD
Other people inside the room must have been scared ... Before
a billion photos and video a gogo ...
All accompanied by a mix of languages ... Italian, French to English and of course the inevitable sign language! Ihihihih XD And as you would without
^___^ Just pay attention ... that is never between a gesture and another one ends to get an eye from the person XD
Forget my ramblings ... I'm just still half taken up with laughter!
We really wanted this evening! ^____^
forgot that everything ended with a promise rather disturbing ... he will be back another -night karaoke ... panic: D ihihih
forgot ...
In the frenzy of these days I have not had a moment to wish you all a wonderful 2008!
Happy New Year to all who pass by here!
Baciuz! ^ __ ^
What fun tonight ... ^___^
Evening "international "!!!!
not take much to enjoy ... the right friends, a table where to sit and chat and you're done! : D That
laughter that I got tonight ... everything made me laugh at the insanity! XD
Other people inside the room must have been scared ... Before
a billion photos and video a gogo ...
All accompanied by a mix of languages ... Italian, French to English and of course the inevitable sign language! Ihihihih XD And as you would without
^___^ Just pay attention ... that is never between a gesture and another one ends to get an eye from the person XD
Forget my ramblings ... I'm just still half taken up with laughter!
We really wanted this evening! ^____^
forgot that everything ended with a promise rather disturbing ... he will be back another -night karaoke ... panic: D ihihih
forgot ...
In the frenzy of these days I have not had a moment to wish you all a wonderful 2008!
Happy New Year to all who pass by here!
Baciuz! ^ __ ^
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