Eh, is strong Piero!
I do not like hospitals.
I often think I'd rather keep the disease rather than entering it.
fact is that today we are joined.
aseptic environment, dull, cubical, almost hateful. Lines of people requiring health. Signatures on signatures, stamps, taxes shall exercise their right to health. And there I was, with my coupon in hand, to queue.
I look around: the walls of prints reproducing paintings by Kandinsky. Hanging on the wall yellowish, without the colors, volumes, sizes of the original, do not tell me anything.
I observe them anyway.
In a see a human profile: outside of it straight lines, broken geometry. In spirals, circles, lines indefinitely. The mind.
As my unhealthy habit, I begin to observe the people around me. Anonymous faces, in most cases. Just position your eyes on them feel hunted, observed, just staring at you in the eye in turn, how does an animal at night with the headlights of a car.
They are afraid of me? They look at me almost with surprise, who knows what I want from them? I am astonished, amazed. I look at them!
Quickly look away.
But not all reciprocate my indiscreet glances.
Curiously, I have left the scene was perhaps most impressed that one of the saddest cases.
An elderly, in wheelchairs, if not completely. Wait for the ticket, he, along with another man that causes him (the son will be? Nephew? Simply a family friend?). He grumbles and starts to attack button with a lady nearby.
smiled.
You are not annoyed, in fact, talking amiably with the old man, who says: "Well, I'm young, look, I do not even wrinkles ..."
And behind him, the friend laughs and says: "Well, there is a strong Piero!"
...
Here, this second draft from the past ends here ... the feelings are not the same, of course ... I can try to rebuild, though. Why do I set this time?
I do not know why. Maybe I was tenderness, perhaps impressed me the love that this man showed towards the elderly.
The only interpretation I can do will do it with my current mood .. that scene struck me because, at that time, quell'anziano gentleman was really young. And I will, now, I feel, I do not know why, old man.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Welba Lipstick Holder 1950
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| Rome |
Rome, the Eternal City. City
immense artistic and cultural heritage. City where you can breathe history just walking in the streets. City open air museum.
Cities Planning disaster (and it is a compliment). City disorganized and dirty.
One has the impression that Roma are not interested in anything that has dell'imenso cultural heritage, but only exploited to attract tourists to be milked like cows.
Rome, ".. the manholes of sewers, like many ancient shields, you write acora SPQR ..." sang Alberto Fortis years ago, and it's true!
Rome, Vatican City. Where luxury and opulence are the masters in churches and cathedrals. The galleries of the Vatican, the Sistine Chapel, and so on. Places to turn upward looking and be amazed. Places where the greatest artists of the past have given their interpretation of facts or fantasies of the people. Ceilings, walls, frescoes, tapestries. Everything and more. Drugs.
But contrary to the teachings of those who ran barefoot around 2000 years ago or on a mule trying to teach humility, love and tolerance. In these places you can breathe just art, size, luxury and pomp, self-celebration ...
Humility, love, tolerance are written in books. It is not maybe someone has torn pages?
Rome. Nice to be gone, maybe I did not happen. There probably will not come back, maybe. There are many other cities to see. Maybe not everywhere see tourists as cows to be milked, but as opportunities for growth for the whole region. Maybe not everywhere see their monuments, such as lanterns for moths, but as a heritage to protect and enhance in order to leave something to those who come after us.
the next ...
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Blood Taste In Mouth After Wisdom Teeth
Yoani Sanchez, a real revolutionary
E 'of the news today that the Cuban blogger Yoani Sanchez, who with her blog "Generation Y" report daily harassment and harassment that the Cuban people is submitted by the Marxist-Leninist regime of Fidel Castro, was kidnapped and beaten by agents of Castro government. The raid, called stress Yoani "-style racketeer", happened near the event in Havana for non-violence (to which the Yoani had not been given permission to enter) and involved both a blogger his friend, blogger, too.
http://www.ilgiornale.it/esteri/cuba_punisce_blogger_antiregime_rapita_e_picchiata_stile_camorra/08-11-2009/articolo-id=397325-page=0-comments=1
Yoani Sanchez was not intimidated, but what can you resist?
E 'of the news today that the Cuban blogger Yoani Sanchez, who with her blog "Generation Y" report daily harassment and harassment that the Cuban people is submitted by the Marxist-Leninist regime of Fidel Castro, was kidnapped and beaten by agents of Castro government. The raid, called stress Yoani "-style racketeer", happened near the event in Havana for non-violence (to which the Yoani had not been given permission to enter) and involved both a blogger his friend, blogger, too.
http://www.ilgiornale.it/esteri/cuba_punisce_blogger_antiregime_rapita_e_picchiata_stile_camorra/08-11-2009/articolo-id=397325-page=0-comments=1
Yoani Sanchez was not intimidated, but what can you resist?
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Top Ten Homemade Jack Off Toys
Draw
Have you ever fought against yourselves?
Do not do it.
Do not do it, because you can not win, because your victory over yourself to provide for your loss. So how can you win if you lost?
I can not win against myself. I can not even lose.
I can draw.
Trimming.
The draw, even worse than defeat: you do not know if you have been good enough to win or weak enough to lose. The draw leaves you in your initial condition, do not say anything. Body of Lies. No lie.
I do not want to try something that I feel? Can I forget something I always jumps to mind? Or someone?
No. P airy.
I'm back to the initial condition. Nothing has changed.
Nothing ...
Have you ever fought against yourselves?
Do not do it.
Do not do it, because you can not win, because your victory over yourself to provide for your loss. So how can you win if you lost?
I can not win against myself. I can not even lose.
I can draw.
Trimming.
The draw, even worse than defeat: you do not know if you have been good enough to win or weak enough to lose. The draw leaves you in your initial condition, do not say anything. Body of Lies. No lie.
I do not want to try something that I feel? Can I forget something I always jumps to mind? Or someone?
No. P airy.
I'm back to the initial condition. Nothing has changed.
Nothing ...
Monday, October 26, 2009
Used Butterfly Sailboat
Caldarroste
before the fire, and warms me around the chestnuts into the pan. I seem to be cooked to perfection.
I do not want to soil the tablecloth, I open a newspaper and to roast chestnuts on it.
What a great heat.
I take in hand, I hopped from one palm to another, I burned trying to peel them. Gradually formed a small pile of shells. And beneath them, barely visible, a face, in print.
The coincidences. The right page of the newspaper right.
Roby Piantoni, mountaineer Coleraine. Friends and family will make you free tomorrow, Sunday, at the Church of Coleraine (BG)
Coincidences ...
I do not think I'll see you in the door over Albania with all those kids who want chocolate. Not see you smile more, no more will I see you sign your poster. Never again.
many things you take his life. Really a lot. Escape, you want them, you want to stay, but for one reason or another, by force, with vehemence, the fuckin 'river of life brings you on.
Sometimes you see them next to you only go fast, just a flash and go. Other times you manage to
was they, for a while '.
But everything, everything flows. Runoff.
before the fire, and warms me around the chestnuts into the pan. I seem to be cooked to perfection.
I do not want to soil the tablecloth, I open a newspaper and to roast chestnuts on it.
What a great heat.
I take in hand, I hopped from one palm to another, I burned trying to peel them. Gradually formed a small pile of shells. And beneath them, barely visible, a face, in print.
The coincidences. The right page of the newspaper right.
Roby Piantoni, mountaineer Coleraine. Friends and family will make you free tomorrow, Sunday, at the Church of Coleraine (BG)
Coincidences ...
I do not think I'll see you in the door over Albania with all those kids who want chocolate. Not see you smile more, no more will I see you sign your poster. Never again.
many things you take his life. Really a lot. Escape, you want them, you want to stay, but for one reason or another, by force, with vehemence, the fuckin 'river of life brings you on.
Sometimes you see them next to you only go fast, just a flash and go. Other times you manage to
was they, for a while '.
But everything, everything flows. Runoff.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Port Royale 2 Patch Eng
A roof of green leaves filter the light coming attenuated in the undergrowth, where he also shows his hair cut beech
over 1300 meters and also beech ridge are finalizing the foliation.
On the branches of the larches, next to the flowers stretch the tufts of new needles;
also greening the broom and wild roses bring the first stones.
In the darkness of these woods, are filled with flowers the last of the bare branches mezereum Daphne,
while in the full light of the Prairie Euphorbia Cipressina is full of its yellow-green flowers.
to Scilla is not that the V of the leaves appear yellow anemones bloom hounded by Monday, October 19, 2009
Changer Language Batman
Bormio
And here we are with our mini vacation. This time two days between Bormio and Livigno. Baths, good food, snow on the Stelvio, a few bottles of wine in Livigno, quick step in Valtellina, an invitation to dinner is not never refuses.
See you next trip ...
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| Bormio |
And here we are with our mini vacation. This time two days between Bormio and Livigno. Baths, good food, snow on the Stelvio, a few bottles of wine in Livigno, quick step in Valtellina, an invitation to dinner is not never refuses.
See you next trip ...
Difference Between Trojan Enz Anf
Piansecco a Spider '09 Spider
Last exit the group in 2009. Amazing year for Spider. For the first time we were able to carry more than 4000 meters a nice bunch of guys. Piansecco The output was characterized by strong wind and cold, without forgetting the snow and ice hair ... But the joy and good company there have been the same. And now all in "hibernation" until the resumption of operations in 2010, who knows what will happen next year ... We'll see. Hello is always
voster Boss Rafiki
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| Piansecco a Spider '09 |
Last exit the group in 2009. Amazing year for Spider. For the first time we were able to carry more than 4000 meters a nice bunch of guys. Piansecco The output was characterized by strong wind and cold, without forgetting the snow and ice hair ... But the joy and good company there have been the same. And now all in "hibernation" until the resumption of operations in 2010, who knows what will happen next year ... We'll see. Hello is always
voster Boss Rafiki
Difference Between Trojan Enz An
al (upstream) to the Spider Bar
Party to go with the Spider group to look at the deer Monte Bar arrived in time. .. eat pizza. Okay, better late than never ... The deer will be for next year. Enjoy your meal by Rafiki
Boss
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| Deer Mount Bar |
Party to go with the Spider group to look at the deer Monte Bar arrived in time. .. eat pizza. Okay, better late than never ... The deer will be for next year. Enjoy your meal by Rafiki
Boss
Nike Iowa Football Gloves
The past and memories that will not return
Sometimes it's amazing how our mind is subject to the disturbing flash. Maybe just made up stories from our subconscious, but it probably happened.
And that's why looking out the window of that old restaurant in the mountains, looking at his "historical" I terrace we met older people who play card games, old hunters sipping hot soup or young couples that there are no clubs or local fantamitici now found themselves under those screws look in his eyes.
I also see ... happiness
The ripening grapes, persimmons that secular bears fruit every year, regularly collected by gnarled hands.
Today those khakis stay on the tree. They will fall and rot. Just like today.
we no longer feel so happy with a mediocre soup, or so gratified by an evening in a place that now seems decidedly not cool.
We can still fully enjoy a loaf of bread with salami? A Saint Lucia as the mandarins do not get it. And children who came with a pacifier hanging from the trees of sugar while the mothers gathered in the garden now can not eat too many sweets, they would become obesi.Quei child born in the stables, because the hospital was too far away, today can not go above 1000 meters before a certain age. It would do him harm.
What is the mountain, what are the roasted chestnuts in the pan "with busi" in the evening, with all Ch around the fire, which more than to eat served to warm the hands? Where it all ends, what is it that so inexorably engulfs the past? And the cards, the briscolone, and give some food to the hunters passing through? Where am I?
But the terrace is empty ... we are just kids, kids evil ripping the leaves to the poor lives.
View photos: faces tough series, the family photos is a rare opportunity. Who knows how far will have done, Mr. Photographer. Boys in two colors with baskets on their shoulders. Hay and fatigue. Hay and simplicity. Hay and a smile, then can go play with their friends.
Hay and happiness ...
And that's why looking out the window of that old restaurant in the mountains, looking at his "historical" I terrace we met older people who play card games, old hunters sipping hot soup or young couples that there are no clubs or local fantamitici now found themselves under those screws look in his eyes.
I also see ... happiness
The ripening grapes, persimmons that secular bears fruit every year, regularly collected by gnarled hands.
Today those khakis stay on the tree. They will fall and rot. Just like today.
we no longer feel so happy with a mediocre soup, or so gratified by an evening in a place that now seems decidedly not cool.
We can still fully enjoy a loaf of bread with salami? A Saint Lucia as the mandarins do not get it. And children who came with a pacifier hanging from the trees of sugar while the mothers gathered in the garden now can not eat too many sweets, they would become obesi.Quei child born in the stables, because the hospital was too far away, today can not go above 1000 meters before a certain age. It would do him harm.
What is the mountain, what are the roasted chestnuts in the pan "with busi" in the evening, with all Ch around the fire, which more than to eat served to warm the hands? Where it all ends, what is it that so inexorably engulfs the past? And the cards, the briscolone, and give some food to the hunters passing through? Where am I?
But the terrace is empty ... we are just kids, kids evil ripping the leaves to the poor lives.
View photos: faces tough series, the family photos is a rare opportunity. Who knows how far will have done, Mr. Photographer. Boys in two colors with baskets on their shoulders. Hay and fatigue. Hay and simplicity. Hay and a smile, then can go play with their friends.
Hay and happiness ...
Sunday, October 18, 2009
How Should The Cervix Feel At 7 Weeks Pregnant?
COME AND VIVIL
Ripon took a post here on the blog "Generacion Y". I do it because I think it is particularly significant, and that draw attention to it is a must.
"Inspired by one of the many tourist propaganda, I had an idea to attract visitors to the island. It is not an ecological journey through the squares and monuments in the country. A stay at" the Cuban ", it could be the slogan This tourism promotion, pay in advance to disinterest of its possible users. Come and live it, recite the cover of the ration that will be delivered to anyone who wants to try this adventure.
The accommodation will have nothing in common with luxury rooms that exhibit hotels of Varadero and Cayo Coco, because our tour operators suggest small rooms in Central Havana, Buena Vista and huts in a crowded shelter damaged by hurricanes. Tourists who buy this package can not use a convertible currency and for their expenses for two weeks will have to rely on the average wage for one month, three hundred pesos. In this way, they can not take a taxi to be paid in uniform or driving a rented car through the streets of the country, will required the use of public transport for those interested in this new kind of travel.
For those who choose this tour will be banned restaurants, but will receive a eighty grams of bread every day. Perhaps it will be lucky to get half a pound of fish before you start the return flight. To move in the other provinces can not rely on the tourist company Viazul, but instead of staying three days in line for a ticket, they will simply buy it after only a day of waiting. Will be forbidden to get on a yacht or hire a surfboard, which had never ended their stay at ninety miles instead that in our "Paradise" Caribbean.
At the end of their stay, the brave walkers will receive a diploma of "connoisseurs of Cuban reality," but will come some time in order to be declared as "adapted" to our everyday absurd. It will be leaner, more sad, with an obsession with food that will meet in the supermarket of their countries and, above all, a terrible allergic reaction to the publicity tours. Those that have a golden propaganda Cuba made of mulatto, rum, music and dance, can not hide the view of falls, frustration and inertia that now they have known and lived. "
Surprised? Yet Cuba should be the country with perfect health, social security and education.
It 's all fiction. Painful fiction. Because it's true, damn true that for us is mulatto Cuba, cigars and carnivals.
Do not you feel strange knowing that I live "over a mirror? A mirror that distorts your image, a cloak of lies that is hard to crack, to get to the true light.
Yet just a link. A single, insignificant link.
So ... go and live it.
Ripon took a post here on the blog "Generacion Y". I do it because I think it is particularly significant, and that draw attention to it is a must.
"Inspired by one of the many tourist propaganda, I had an idea to attract visitors to the island. It is not an ecological journey through the squares and monuments in the country. A stay at" the Cuban ", it could be the slogan This tourism promotion, pay in advance to disinterest of its possible users. Come and live it, recite the cover of the ration that will be delivered to anyone who wants to try this adventure.
The accommodation will have nothing in common with luxury rooms that exhibit hotels of Varadero and Cayo Coco, because our tour operators suggest small rooms in Central Havana, Buena Vista and huts in a crowded shelter damaged by hurricanes. Tourists who buy this package can not use a convertible currency and for their expenses for two weeks will have to rely on the average wage for one month, three hundred pesos. In this way, they can not take a taxi to be paid in uniform or driving a rented car through the streets of the country, will required the use of public transport for those interested in this new kind of travel.
For those who choose this tour will be banned restaurants, but will receive a eighty grams of bread every day. Perhaps it will be lucky to get half a pound of fish before you start the return flight. To move in the other provinces can not rely on the tourist company Viazul, but instead of staying three days in line for a ticket, they will simply buy it after only a day of waiting. Will be forbidden to get on a yacht or hire a surfboard, which had never ended their stay at ninety miles instead that in our "Paradise" Caribbean.
At the end of their stay, the brave walkers will receive a diploma of "connoisseurs of Cuban reality," but will come some time in order to be declared as "adapted" to our everyday absurd. It will be leaner, more sad, with an obsession with food that will meet in the supermarket of their countries and, above all, a terrible allergic reaction to the publicity tours. Those that have a golden propaganda Cuba made of mulatto, rum, music and dance, can not hide the view of falls, frustration and inertia that now they have known and lived. "
Surprised? Yet Cuba should be the country with perfect health, social security and education.
It 's all fiction. Painful fiction. Because it's true, damn true that for us is mulatto Cuba, cigars and carnivals.
Do not you feel strange knowing that I live "over a mirror? A mirror that distorts your image, a cloak of lies that is hard to crack, to get to the true light.
Yet just a link. A single, insignificant link.
So ... go and live it.
Tribal Band Tattoos For Gay Men
Generation Y
Yoani Sánchez, she is the protagonist of this story, was born in 1975. Twenty years ago a child, just as he completed a degree in English literature, philology Hispanic and Latin American literature contemporary. Thesis: Parole under pressure. A study of the literature of the dictatorship in Latin America. A theme that perhaps as content can be played in a perfectly orthodox, but already the title of which may play a flamboyant statement, in a context such as that of the Castro regime. Once the University decides that in fact the ivory tower of philology is not his vocation, and 2000 is used at the Editorial Gente Nueva. But with the state salary in Cuba do not maintain a family, and she began to give lessons to the illegal English German tourists visiting Havana. A choice of dissent have already implied, to enter into the parallel, but widely in Cuba, if only for mere survival needs. Anyway Yoani can remain at a higher level: not only with respect to students or graduates who prostitute themselves, but also to the engineers who get to drive a taxi, the teachers who are employed in hotels or brain surgeons and nuclear physicists who are salesmen in the shops for tourists.
The blog "Generation Y", translated into Italian by Jordan Wolf, is the voice of Cuba: a window to a world of illusion and often misunderstood
http://desdecuba.com/generaciony_it/
The blog "Generation Y", translated into Italian by Jordan Wolf, is the voice of Cuba: a window to a world of illusion and often misunderstood
http://desdecuba.com/generaciony_it/
Monday, October 12, 2009
Catwoman Halle Berry Haircut
End April 13-April
As a light curtain, the leaves of light green color of the sky beyond the forest 1000 meters and begin to open even the buds of beech cut, while
along with extensive carpets of yellow Gage.
A Pulmonary grown isolated in the full light of the prairie, does not rise much above the grass;
where the grass thins and opened some farfara.
At 1300 meters the first buttercups bloom
and among the long leaves of the daffodils toss their shoots.
Over 1500 meters the last melting snow accumulations, leaving pools of water trails and crocuses
that are lower rather touching, leaving only tufts of their leaves av with the characteristic white line .
around them seem to be competing to see who the first blooms of gentian and koch sambucina
with their rich colors that characterize the spring of this pasture
As a light curtain, the leaves of light green color of the sky beyond the forest 1000 meters and begin to open even the buds of beech cut, while on the branches of trees that run along the crest of the first shoots appear
and multiply the flowers of the larches.
the edge of these woods flourished Daphne mezereum
along with extensive carpets of yellow Gage.
A Pulmonary grown isolated in the full light of the prairie, does not rise much above the grass;
where the grass thins and opened some farfara.
At 1300 meters the first buttercups bloom
and among the long leaves of the daffodils toss their shoots.
Over 1500 meters the last melting snow accumulations, leaving pools of water trails and crocuses
that are lower rather touching, leaving only tufts of their leaves av with the characteristic white line .
around them seem to be competing to see who the first blooms of gentian and koch sambucina
with their rich colors that characterize the spring of this pasture
Primula veris on which the leaves hanging in the wind
its yellow flower heads.
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