Via Paolo Fabbri 43 (F. Guccini)
Among the rubbish and donuts at odd hours are flown,
fat bus pursues me down the avenue.
And the dawn is a punch in the face towards which the arms,
broke the world outside the Porta San Vitale.
is being Petroni wake up, prepare books and coffee, and I dance with
Snoopy and Linus Argentine Tango with a casque. If I were more
cat, if I was a bit 'more vagabond,
would see in this sun, I would see in the dawn and the world, but there
from dirtying the dress and it is to crease his vest,
Mom find me here at dawn on a clean, 43 Blacksmith! The musical geniuses
announced in the newspapers and have officiated
sacred verses are sung, the electrical
crazy, dreams, and heal diseases,
are poets, saints, miracles and Vati.
trembling with joy and I follow them from the bottom of my city, then closed the threshold
give vent to my foul should: listen to Bach!
If only deal with my life like the death
I clown, Janissaries, dwarfs to amaze your court, but
imperious voices calling me and I must come back because I have a place to
old jester here in Via Paolo Fabbri 43. The witty intellectual
trancian parts and manuals, then
care are exhausted cynicism,
the faces are pale and weak smiles
only have when it comes to structuralism. Basically I
nice, since I met
Descartes,
but think if the songs me recensisse Ronald Barthes. If I were
academic, teacher or doctor
you were awarded in a toga of 15 honorary degrees, but at school I was a little
Latin
and pop is not for me,
you graduate in songs and wine here in Via Paolo Blacksmith 43. Jorge
Luis Borges promised me last night to speak personally with
Persian poets
but the sky is a bit 'crowded these days,
maybe I'll get a job as a bailiff or clerk.
I'll have to polish their mirrors,
Kayyam to transcribe quatrains, but
a laurel (from engineering minor) for me, on my honor, will not fail.
If I had courage, if I had opened all the doors,
Greek and turning to fire on your forehead,
but you know what you think of the time, and what he thinks of me:
Be wise as I am happy being here Paolo Fabbri 43. The little unhappy
met with Alice
a summit for popular song.
Marinella was not there, makes life in the dance hall,
and other things to think to think about. But my drunken
not change, only now
bevon more, and the friar
the stops to make sure the speaker on TV.
If I were a poet, if I were smarter and better looking I would have ribbons and ruffles French
for your hat,
but my heroes are poor, they ask too many
because
already drunk in the morning I wake up screaming in the street Locksmiths 43 .
Heroes Kawasaki sweaters with colored van
squander on the streets quickly and blondes.
personally austere dress in blue because I hate black
and I'm afraid even to ride a bicycle.
Rejected for military jet-set,
not cry, but I buy the Clark,
if I have to emigrate to America as my grandfather take the tram.
If all I came out, if I had opened all the gates would
words ornarti garlands from her hair! But mothers and moral
me close, return to play me, do
a party, with cats and poets here at dawn on a Blacksmith 43.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
5 Blue Dots In Pregnancy Test
Fear to decide .. afraid of me ..
Since this morning humming mentally This is why .. doing many different things .. here he comes to my mind and hand ..
which ultimately will land slide a little beneath my feet .. too many changes for a person like me anchored in certainties ..
Sometimes I find myself being a little spectator of what happens to me without the will to lift a finger to be the creator of anything ...
And so ended a story .. has changed my daily life .. September 29 will expire on my contract of employment and 30 of the same month I have to leave home ..
In a few months and everything changes ... I'm not considering that the change is for the worse .. but simply that there was and is in ... and a nostalgic and lover of the traditions like me .. Well something causes ..
Since this morning humming mentally This is why .. doing many different things .. here he comes to my mind and hand ..
which ultimately will land slide a little beneath my feet .. too many changes for a person like me anchored in certainties ..
Sometimes I find myself being a little spectator of what happens to me without the will to lift a finger to be the creator of anything ...
And so ended a story .. has changed my daily life .. September 29 will expire on my contract of employment and 30 of the same month I have to leave home ..
In a few months and everything changes ... I'm not considering that the change is for the worse .. but simply that there was and is in ... and a nostalgic and lover of the traditions like me .. Well something causes ..
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Woman Sitting On Mens Chests
You grew up in the 90's if ....
The purpose of this text is to make justice a generation, those of us born in the 80s (or take a year less), those who see the house then purchased by our parents now claim 20 or 30 times time, and they will pay their own up to 50 anni.Noi we have not done the war, nor have we seen landing on the moon, we have not lived the years of lead, or we voted on the referendum on abortion and our historical memory begins '90 World Cup with Italy, with the mascot Hello. For not directly experienced the '68 tell us that we do not have ideals, but we know more than they believe policy and more to what will never know our siblings and descendants. Santa does not always brought us what we asked, but we are told, and still feel, we had it all, even those who came after us so that they had everything, and nobody tells them. We are the last generation that has learned to play marbles, jump rope, play wolf, a one-two-three-star, while the first to play with video games, went to parks to be fun or seeing the cartoons colori.Abbiamo wore trousers bell, a cigarette, a leg of the elephant and the crooked stitching, our first suit was blue with white stripes on the sleeves and our first sneaker brand we have had after 10 years . went to school when November 1st was All Saints' Day and Halloween, when it was still rejected, we were the last to make the maturity and the pioneers of the 3 +2 ... We have been labeled as Generation X and we Visitors had to put up and the trails, Twin Peaks and Beverly Hills (I liked them then, go see them now, you'll see that disappointment). We cried for Candy-Candy, we love the brother of George, with Spank we laughed, danced with Heather Parisi, sung by Cristina D'Avena and learned Greek mythology with Pollon. We are a generation that saw Maradona to campaign against drugs. We are the first to enter the world of work as Co.Co.Co. and those that did not cost anything to fire me. We always remember events that took place before we were born, as if we had not experienced any historical event. We have learned what is terrorism, we saw the fall of the Berlin Wall, and Clinton have improper relations with his secretary in the Oval Office, we were the youngest victims of Chernobyl; those of our generation have made the war (Kosovo, Afghanistan, Iraq, etc.). we shouted NO NATO bases outside Italy, not knowing very well what it meant, and then figure it out for a Sept. 11 coup. We have learned to program VCR before anyone else, we played Pac-Man, we hate Bill Gates and believe that the Internet would be a world libero.Siamo generation Bim Bum Bam, Clementina-and-the-Small-Miller-White and Drive -in. We are the generation that went to the cinema to watch movies of Bud Spencer and Terence Hill. Those who grew up listening to NikKamen and Europe, and the last to use the chips to the phone. We're thrilled with Superman, ET, or In Search of the Lost. Billy ate and drank on the Big Bubble, but even the HubbaBubba were evil, not to mention the crow; the supermarket the cashiers gave us the sugar candies as change . We are the generation of CrystalBall (with Crystal Ball you can play ... "), of the surprises of MulinoBianco, Lego bricks in the shape of brick, the Smurfs, the Volutrons, Magnum PI, Holly and Benji, Mimi Ayuara, the Incredible Hulk, Poochie, Yatterman, Rainbow Brite, He -Man, Urusei Yatsura, Creamy, Kiss Me Licia, the Barbapapa, the Mini-Pony, the Micro-Machine, Big Jim and the house of Barbie box but with the lift. The generation that still wonders if the Mila Shiro order to be insieme.La generation that remembers World Italy '82, and that there is a muffled laughter when we want to give to drink that Italy is the favorite this year ... The last generation to see their father load the luggage rack of the machine to go beyond belief 15 days on vacation. The latest generation of the joints ... Looking back is hard to believe that we are still alive : traveled in a car without seat belts, no special seats and no air bags, travel 10-12 hours and did not suffer from class syndrome tourist. We did not have gates with guards, cabinets or medicine bottles with child resistant closures. We went by bicycle without a helmet or protection for the knees or elbows. The swings were iron with sharp edges and penances of the game was brutal. There were no cell phones. We went to school full of books and notebooks, all stuffed into a folder that rarely had the padded shoulder straps, much less the wheels! Magiavamo cakes and drank soft drinks, but we were not obese. At most one was fat and fine. We attach the same bottle to drink and nobody was infected. We played just the lice at school, something that our mothers settle washing the head with vinegar. We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, video games, 99 TV channels, Dolby-surround sound, phones, computers and the Internet, but we made merry tirandoci water balloon rolling on the floor and pulling on everything, drank water directly from the fountains in parks, water bottled drinking even dogs! And the girls are chasing intortavano to touch them and sit playing the game of the bottle or that of truth, not in a chat. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility and we learned to grow with it.
The purpose of this text is to make justice a generation, those of us born in the 80s (or take a year less), those who see the house then purchased by our parents now claim 20 or 30 times time, and they will pay their own up to 50 anni.Noi we have not done the war, nor have we seen landing on the moon, we have not lived the years of lead, or we voted on the referendum on abortion and our historical memory begins '90 World Cup with Italy, with the mascot Hello. For not directly experienced the '68 tell us that we do not have ideals, but we know more than they believe policy and more to what will never know our siblings and descendants. Santa does not always brought us what we asked, but we are told, and still feel, we had it all, even those who came after us so that they had everything, and nobody tells them. We are the last generation that has learned to play marbles, jump rope, play wolf, a one-two-three-star, while the first to play with video games, went to parks to be fun or seeing the cartoons colori.Abbiamo wore trousers bell, a cigarette, a leg of the elephant and the crooked stitching, our first suit was blue with white stripes on the sleeves and our first sneaker brand we have had after 10 years . went to school when November 1st was All Saints' Day and Halloween, when it was still rejected, we were the last to make the maturity and the pioneers of the 3 +2 ... We have been labeled as Generation X and we Visitors had to put up and the trails, Twin Peaks and Beverly Hills (I liked them then, go see them now, you'll see that disappointment). We cried for Candy-Candy, we love the brother of George, with Spank we laughed, danced with Heather Parisi, sung by Cristina D'Avena and learned Greek mythology with Pollon. We are a generation that saw Maradona to campaign against drugs. We are the first to enter the world of work as Co.Co.Co. and those that did not cost anything to fire me. We always remember events that took place before we were born, as if we had not experienced any historical event. We have learned what is terrorism, we saw the fall of the Berlin Wall, and Clinton have improper relations with his secretary in the Oval Office, we were the youngest victims of Chernobyl; those of our generation have made the war (Kosovo, Afghanistan, Iraq, etc.). we shouted NO NATO bases outside Italy, not knowing very well what it meant, and then figure it out for a Sept. 11 coup. We have learned to program VCR before anyone else, we played Pac-Man, we hate Bill Gates and believe that the Internet would be a world libero.Siamo generation Bim Bum Bam, Clementina-and-the-Small-Miller-White and Drive -in. We are the generation that went to the cinema to watch movies of Bud Spencer and Terence Hill. Those who grew up listening to NikKamen and Europe, and the last to use the chips to the phone. We're thrilled with Superman, ET, or In Search of the Lost. Billy ate and drank on the Big Bubble, but even the HubbaBubba were evil, not to mention the crow; the supermarket the cashiers gave us the sugar candies as change . We are the generation of CrystalBall (with Crystal Ball you can play ... "), of the surprises of MulinoBianco, Lego bricks in the shape of brick, the Smurfs, the Volutrons, Magnum PI, Holly and Benji, Mimi Ayuara, the Incredible Hulk, Poochie, Yatterman, Rainbow Brite, He -Man, Urusei Yatsura, Creamy, Kiss Me Licia, the Barbapapa, the Mini-Pony, the Micro-Machine, Big Jim and the house of Barbie box but with the lift. The generation that still wonders if the Mila Shiro order to be insieme.La generation that remembers World Italy '82, and that there is a muffled laughter when we want to give to drink that Italy is the favorite this year ... The last generation to see their father load the luggage rack of the machine to go beyond belief 15 days on vacation. The latest generation of the joints ... Looking back is hard to believe that we are still alive : traveled in a car without seat belts, no special seats and no air bags, travel 10-12 hours and did not suffer from class syndrome tourist. We did not have gates with guards, cabinets or medicine bottles with child resistant closures. We went by bicycle without a helmet or protection for the knees or elbows. The swings were iron with sharp edges and penances of the game was brutal. There were no cell phones. We went to school full of books and notebooks, all stuffed into a folder that rarely had the padded shoulder straps, much less the wheels! Magiavamo cakes and drank soft drinks, but we were not obese. At most one was fat and fine. We attach the same bottle to drink and nobody was infected. We played just the lice at school, something that our mothers settle washing the head with vinegar. We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, video games, 99 TV channels, Dolby-surround sound, phones, computers and the Internet, but we made merry tirandoci water balloon rolling on the floor and pulling on everything, drank water directly from the fountains in parks, water bottled drinking even dogs! And the girls are chasing intortavano to touch them and sit playing the game of the bottle or that of truth, not in a chat. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility and we learned to grow with it.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Is It Proper To Ask For Money For A Bridal Shower
IF HE HAD A GREAT SET ..... you'd still from "no use crying over a broken heart" A counter-current
you left you, so you can not 'cos otherwise you'd be great together again. And 'the paradox of the break. Apparently feeling the need to say nice things about the person who broke my heart. 'S understandable, do not want to seem bitter, you do not want to tell the world that the guy that you have dedicated your love and most of your time is a jerk. Your pride will not need another blow, with your friends and family there to think that you are a loser, first of all for being with him. It 'just does not want to seem petty throwing mud at someone who wanted a good time.
ATTENTION TO THE SYNDROME OF REMORSE ABOUT BREAK: Who is affected
looked at the reality, he realized that that guy was not done for her and was brave enough to do the right thing, but then to face the momnto first week alone, began to repent. The doubt on the future ability to find the right guy is a breeding ground for the remorse of those breaks, and can push to make bad decisions, like asking him to get back with you and wasting yet more time in a relationship that goes nowhere.
But there is incontrovertible proof: Breaking with someone is very difficult, it takes great courage to pull the plug, and you have done! Do you have thoroughly analyzed all the promises and potential of your relationship, and then decided that it was not the right one. Trust you, because the question always means no ... and you have deeply doubted that he was "just right" to the point of leaving!!
you left you, so you can not 'cos otherwise you'd be great together again. And 'the paradox of the break. Apparently feeling the need to say nice things about the person who broke my heart. 'S understandable, do not want to seem bitter, you do not want to tell the world that the guy that you have dedicated your love and most of your time is a jerk. Your pride will not need another blow, with your friends and family there to think that you are a loser, first of all for being with him. It 'just does not want to seem petty throwing mud at someone who wanted a good time.
ATTENTION TO THE SYNDROME OF REMORSE ABOUT BREAK: Who is affected
looked at the reality, he realized that that guy was not done for her and was brave enough to do the right thing, but then to face the momnto first week alone, began to repent. The doubt on the future ability to find the right guy is a breeding ground for the remorse of those breaks, and can push to make bad decisions, like asking him to get back with you and wasting yet more time in a relationship that goes nowhere.
But there is incontrovertible proof: Breaking with someone is very difficult, it takes great courage to pull the plug, and you have done! Do you have thoroughly analyzed all the promises and potential of your relationship, and then decided that it was not the right one. Trust you, because the question always means no ... and you have deeply doubted that he was "just right" to the point of leaving!!
GUIDE TO THE TRUTH 'FOR REVIEW ROMANTIC
concialiare We know it's hard to image what it was a cake during the initial courtship with the way he behaved at the end. Many of us are to say "But it was so cool." It is also the people who climb on the Titanic was thinking of going on vacation. The truth is that things have changed. No matter how you decide to rewrite the past here is a list of things that automatically erase any good conduct. If your ex has done any of the following actions, I forbid you to excuses for him, or even use the word "cool." Did you get rid of him once and for all, no ifs, ands or buts.
- There diminished
-
I lied - I cheat
-
offends you - you critivava
- hated your family
- I screamed in my face in public
- hated your friends
- He did not realize how much you chicks !!!!!
WHO HAS MADE ALL THESE THINGS TO: Who is the cause of his ill ... cry himself. GOODBYE!
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Sample Thank You To Pastor For Funeral Service
My love, if I die (P. Neruda)
My love, if I die and you do not die,
my love, if you die and I die, do not give more space to
pain
immensity that is not worth what we experienced.
powder in wheat, sand in the sand,
time, wandering water, the wind is vague, such as wheat delivered
us flying.
We could not meet the time. This
prairie where we were, oh
small infinity! we make it.
But this love, love, is not finished, and as
had no birth, no death
is like a long river, only changing
ground and lips.
My love, if I die and you do not die,
my love, if you die and I die, do not give more space to
pain
immensity that is not worth what we experienced.
powder in wheat, sand in the sand,
time, wandering water, the wind is vague, such as wheat delivered
us flying.
We could not meet the time. This
prairie where we were, oh
small infinity! we make it.
But this love, love, is not finished, and as
had no birth, no death
is like a long river, only changing
ground and lips.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Folliculitis Herpes Difference
Before burning Paris (N. Hikmet)
long as there is still time, my love and
Paris before it burns while it's still time, my love
until my heart is on his branch
I would like a night in May
one night along the Seine
Voltaire
kiss on the mouth and then going to Notre-Dame
contemplate his
rosette, and suddenly bolting
me weep with joy fear wonder
and the stars weep silently
mixed with light rain.
long time yet, my love and
Paris before it burns while it's still time, my love
until my heart is on his branch
on this night of May
under the willows along the Seine, my rose, with you
under the weeping willows soft rain
I'd say the two words most repeated in Paris
the most repeated, the most sincere
burst of happiness
whistling a song and we will believe in men.
At the top, the stone houses
without humps or hollows
stuck with their walls in the moonlight, and their windows straight
who sleep standing on the shore and in front of the Louvre
illuminated by floodlights illuminated by two of us
our beautiful crystal palace.
long time yet, my love and
Paris before it burns while it's still time, my love
until my heart is on his branch
on this night in May, along the Seine, warehouses
we will sit on the barrels
red across the river in the dark night to greet the
barge passing yellow cab
- to Belgium or to the Netherlands? -
front of the cab a woman with a white apron
smiles sweetly.
long time yet, my love
Paris and before it burns while it's still time, my love.
long as there is still time, my love and
Paris before it burns while it's still time, my love
until my heart is on his branch
I would like a night in May
one night along the Seine
Voltaire
kiss on the mouth and then going to Notre-Dame
contemplate his
rosette, and suddenly bolting
me weep with joy fear wonder
and the stars weep silently
mixed with light rain.
long time yet, my love and
Paris before it burns while it's still time, my love
until my heart is on his branch
on this night of May
under the willows along the Seine, my rose, with you
under the weeping willows soft rain
I'd say the two words most repeated in Paris
the most repeated, the most sincere
burst of happiness
whistling a song and we will believe in men.
At the top, the stone houses
without humps or hollows
stuck with their walls in the moonlight, and their windows straight
who sleep standing on the shore and in front of the Louvre
illuminated by floodlights illuminated by two of us
our beautiful crystal palace.
long time yet, my love and
Paris before it burns while it's still time, my love
until my heart is on his branch
on this night in May, along the Seine, warehouses
we will sit on the barrels
red across the river in the dark night to greet the
barge passing yellow cab
- to Belgium or to the Netherlands? -
front of the cab a woman with a white apron
smiles sweetly.
long time yet, my love
Paris and before it burns while it's still time, my love.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Programa Pctv 150e 55e
skirt ...
It 's the first year of my life where I rushed to queue at the cash on the first day of sales. Too many other things to think about being able to abandon the frivolous shopping.
But this can be a real tonic in times of distress. Give a gift to themselves is a bit like cuddling, demonstrates to wish well .. Well
balances comedy are already a month but I had so much need to show her affection, and so in one hour I lost time gift: two pairs of shoes, a dress, a belt, a tank top and 2 skirts ..
Or at least I thought these were my purchases ... But
coming home and starting to remove all labels from items I noticed that the labels on the skirt I liked most marked "tank top" ..
How is that possible? Though I have tried as a skirt and it was so beautiful .. The
began to observe more carefully and I understand that the elastic part that lies in my life I really should have covered her breasts .. It was one of those maternity-style vests ...
What a disappointment ... and bring all that to do?? Wait 10 years to become a mother and being able to use or do to convince everyone that it is a skirt?? A
you will judge ... in the meantime I need to have a nice holiday!
It 's the first year of my life where I rushed to queue at the cash on the first day of sales. Too many other things to think about being able to abandon the frivolous shopping.
But this can be a real tonic in times of distress. Give a gift to themselves is a bit like cuddling, demonstrates to wish well .. Well
balances comedy are already a month but I had so much need to show her affection, and so in one hour I lost time gift: two pairs of shoes, a dress, a belt, a tank top and 2 skirts ..
Or at least I thought these were my purchases ... But
coming home and starting to remove all labels from items I noticed that the labels on the skirt I liked most marked "tank top" ..
How is that possible? Though I have tried as a skirt and it was so beautiful .. The
began to observe more carefully and I understand that the elastic part that lies in my life I really should have covered her breasts .. It was one of those maternity-style vests ...
What a disappointment ... and bring all that to do?? Wait 10 years to become a mother and being able to use or do to convince everyone that it is a skirt?? A
you will judge ... in the meantime I need to have a nice holiday!
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