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We're back here. For the same reason: boredom. Or rather, boredom fancazzismo . A mention of that? I know, ask a question. Yes, it's out of school / university / community center, we are all happy. Although I will miss all those people who have crowded classrooms. No, not list them in a sarcastic. Granted. Less obvious is not just talk about it.
Who will be the most stubborn of the two? I do not know me by my hand, I have a healthy little dose of irresponsibility and a huge and perhaps less healthy dose of ... yes, that thing, do not let me say that I am ashamed. I'm sorry, but I want to try. I have to try, and this time really. Why I denounced coldness and detachment at the time. But I was so stupid not to realize that what I became cold. Damn scared.
are about to begin the sales. 'Sti cocks you say, we're not in an episode of Sex & The City. Yeah, but this time I want to make large expenditures, changing a bit, 'make me new. That's right, forget the old Simone. From tomorrow, Guepierre and stiletto heels. Fashion!
In a game of chess with death, with a win in two sticks. It 'amazing how lucky I am. Saturday, for example, work was a godsend. Aware of my potential colleagues called me almost, "Oh Simon from Great ass, just so that no truck obstacles on our way towards the destruction of fancazzismo ." No sooner said than done. An entire evening waiting for goods that never arrived. An evening to fill in short. No sooner said than done. Beer, sweets, crisps and high demand (after three years of honorable service), even ice cream for everyone. But it is true that you can not eat and smoking for seven consecutive hours. No sooner said than done. It takes two platforms, building a rudimentary port, is called the security (a guarantee at all!) And she is on a German of good, down in the warehouse. So two hours later, sweaty and bare-chested that there were Romanians, finally the coveted bell sends us all home. I enjoyed this Saturday, because I know that for one reason or another, probably there will be no more. Each
left is lost. But you look good maybe you find her.

"O my watch has stopped, or he is dead"
Groucho Marx

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Waters River were anything but terse. Narcissus himself would shed tears reflected in the current, which could carry around everything but the thoughts that crowded his mind of that boy. He walked with slow steps along the path, a little 'tired, a bit' to his innate laziness. It was a few meters from the shore and see him so, with bowed head, seemed lost to listen to the gurgle of the little waves that rippled the waters. It seemed only. But it was enough to turn his eyes a bit 'more right to see all his friends, who waved and laughed. He was a spot in that lot, soiled with his tired walking the force of that small group of boys. Yet there he was, for some reason. Perhaps because the best way to remember is not to think, and say that it is enough to do to succeed. He thought at that time than it was stupid to try and forget. He thought of the water, which had always been there but had never stops. He thought his friends, who are everything a man can have before you a woman takes them away. He thought of that path, the memory of long walks to talk to try to understand, to remain in silence to learn to understand each other. And that river always there beside them nodded. Then it all suddenly disappeared. All remained where it was in truth but in his mind did not matter. He felt her hand to shake hers. He did not even turn my head to see it, the just hear to know it was there. He had a thousand questions for the head, but he avoided looking into her eyes for fear of finding all the answers. Finally he said, "Where are you now?". He asked that. He asked her, knowing that this would not have changed anything. She did not answer. But with his eyes all that was wrapped around them. He felt it, and as in those silences them gone, he was able to make sense. At the same moment his hand burst into tears in his, and all around appeared that she had left. And he knew that he had not left at all.

I love you. Wherever you are and it is not.

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continue to tell fairy tales. And if it is true that "every story is a game", this is not true that the person who takes the win. With this the IED there really is hope. They should write on their site. A beautiful rubrichetta titled "Tried." The impressions, almost warm, those who have tried the three IED came out and tried. Then I want to see if the prospective members anxiously, when they come to read our opinions, they will still want to drop the modest, and mo 'I'm telling you, a figure of 7 000 euros per year, less briskly than offhand. Today I am a bit 'controversial. I will not argue, it was not all bad. But so disappointing for many. It will be that instead of addressing the world of work, gave us a little taste of life will be like.
do not know. And 'bad sometimes have no words. Very ugly and degrading, especially for a copywriter (or what purports to be). But even worse is they, and know not to use them. Choke before they do damage, or simply for fear of choking it yet. I recently I feel like a serial killer's thoughts. A lot I closed my mouth, dead and buried in my spacious head (because large empty). Yet I keep the bodies, still warm. And as an unlikely Dr. Franknstein are ready to irradiate electricity and then scream "Live," and even got her some where. Just to have no remorse.
I do not understand what the hell he wants. I swear, I got a thousand questions and responded to many. But as they say Rats " Why is ignorance, but after all the responses I have a question that I advanced." Then maybe the answer is simple: it is a bitch. In fact, I'm sure. If I knew it would be so I went to sell lighters in the Gargano. Other than agency. Harpy shit. But speaking of
Tokyo Hotel. But no.
I'm not sure of my certainties.

"The music always does his duty, take a second you leave the trumpet. Then he goes to another and you do not know who you go with. But you enjoy it knowing that we will come back ..."
Luciano Ligabue "Right in the Rock 'n Roll"

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suicide. Really, it's like to throw ' ammazzatora . It 's like going to a dealer, buying a Porsche Cayenne , exit and head at 180 mph toward a concrete wall, armed to the teeth, hoping that by' airbag comes out Ferilli . Are masochistic? They last chance? Heavens no. I'm just a bit ' ... crazy! However, in other circumstances would have been spectacular. One thing to crawl to the nipple. Instead, as we are now combined, there is no way of knowing what will happen. Who knows if I will use a socket between head and neck. More likely we'll just smile. It would be so much already. And nothing much. Today is the week
IED! I took leave. I had to. I took leave and then I called the foreman and I am "Can you do me a favor and cover a shift that your colleague is not." And I "Attack and howls." If, perhaps. As usual, damn good nature, they are gone. On my own terms (an hour late), but I went. So fat, no rest even 'is week. There riconsoliamo with the spectacular and phantasmagoric festival IED? I think not.
I thought, "I became a bit ' vulgar." Yes, in fact they are very different from 4-5 years ago when I did not say a bad word. Some two-way at best, but I had promised myself not to foul language . Then I discovered instead the evocative power that is hidden behind a "dick" or "fuck you". But I think I got caught too far. This is not a criticism of those who uses it. But for example, I always thought that making people laugh with profanity is much easier and far less noble. What good is a fit ass and tits in a sentence to provoke laughter? There is no creativity, no talent, what fun is it? Then who is also laughing. I laugh at the vulgarity, I can not help but also because you can combine the two worlds, but I admire those who can make you laugh without using them. The songwriters, who do you cram a calembeur , or who has the right gesture or even a sharp tongue and a thought that goes beyond that. This is the difference between laughing and smiling. Among with laughter and smile because at the same time it feels a sense of admiration. Yes I know, I know with this thing fixed. But it matters to me. Everything else is crap. Here, see? Damn!
The winner is the one who is not afraid to lose.

"When I was little, all they asked me what I wanted to do great. The other replied: the doctor, the tram driver, astronaut. I said, the dickhead. I'm the only one who has done it. "
Paolo Rossi

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The Discipline Of Earth

Hello. I realized that not saying goodbye to all these posts. I write things that someone takes the trouble to read and even the greeting. Really rude on my part, I ask forgiveness. Apart from my guilty conscience, now I want to let the world know a song (that then maybe the world already knows) that I think is one of the most beautiful ever written for As regards text and music. The song is "As long as the boat goes" ... no! I was joking. The song is "The discipline of the earth" Ivano Fossati. The song I know, but it is much more likely to know the author. One of the most learned and complete Italian singer-songwriters, author of a myriad of songs that nobody knows, wrote to Mina, De Andrè , Patty Pravo, Mia Martini , Mannoia and Anna Oxa ("A 'emotion just is his). I said, the song. One of the most complete at the level of significance. I see us all, then everything is just for me: and there is love there is life, so 'else matters? Now, to avoid the usual " Copiaeincolla " which I strabusato in the past, I attempt in the "prose " MISUSE Song, knowingly and heartened by the fact that Ivan will not ever read (and therefore can not complain).

The discipline of the Earth are the fathers and sons, are the dogs that guide the sheep. The discipline of the earth are all those forgotten names in the left hand of the player. Only love can not be so irrational and restless as it is. It seems to me to be paid the fair in this life. In this life to see, to listen and to follow. But life does not go as you plan, restless and irrational it is. This is the discipline of the earth.
But my life, you are more beautiful than yesterday. Life to all that get your heart pumping. And that's what I like about you, but I have no words to explain it. I do not know how to tell you, but I can not bow your head and do not bend down. And I will not wait any longer, is not the case and to wait. Never again. Why know that life does not go as you want. This is the discipline of the earth.
I was sitting here, lying on my bed with my glasses to look at the ceiling to fall in love with the colors of things. But sometimes not enough to wish for, for so far is not enough. Now I have a contract with the Angels, and you're definitely my life. I do not know when, maybe in a few months of August or perhaps blinding in a time less deluded that you want. Why
know that life never goes as you want. This is the discipline of the earth.

"Life is pain and joy of love is an anesthetic."
Cesare Pavese

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Sudo. Not the Japanese puzzle game (because it would add half to sit), I speak of secretion of hypotonic fluid. In addition to the warmth that comes and goes at will over everyone and everything is running. Sweating, shortness of breath, lactic acid for breakfast. But continued to run, do not give up. Clench your teeth and close my eyes, even if it is counterproductive. Spout all sorts of obstacles, rocks, bushes and the other day I got a full bike. Oh well, the important is not to yield. So you know it's true. There are those who will be chasing and being chased. I chose to pursue. But I can reach the pursued? We hope you stumble and break a leg. Tonight there
Italy. That is, there is always, is here with its load of trash (lies not only in the south, is everywhere, just more hidden). However, tonight will be tragedy.
dryness in the mouth during the kiss. I still make the mistake of asking subjects on which quibble in this blog. A few seconds ago, my colleague asked me to this: "The dryness in the mouth during the kiss." Now, what can I say, I do not ever. That is, what he meant to you? That allayed the palate? What language and language are sparks? Mah! I never ever kiss me for hours. Maybe that means, the glorious teenage snog. Oh well, it does not touch me, I was a boy no pumice. Already operated a brothel.

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Three Tigers Against Three Tigers

Guys, I went to paranoia! I shut myself as an addict of the word on something too stupid: the tongue-twister! There I write worse, absolutely . You will say, "Where'd you get asked?". So there is still time to change blog. There is this which is very interesting: BlogSeNonSieteInteressatiAgliScioglilingua . Otherwise, read here.

• Three crusts of dry bread in three narrow pockets are.
• there you angry? And stizziscitici as well!
• I have a field of lupines by thinning; who diraderà them to me?
• Take this boat and impegolamela and when you have embroiled disimpegolamela not entangled.
• train too narrow and too tired good thing too weary and too lame.
• intrigues Tigre tiger.
• Pure left for Pele Peru perished but for the mashed .

There would be another thousand, but I think that is enough. I look so stupid enough

" I'm gay, I'm like you, have him today then tomorrow, if I want her, she'll be alone. How can you tell me, why do not you know what you are, you're different from us. What do you want, I'm gay my business, you have that disorder? What an enormous inconvenience it Trai?
Daniele Silvestri Gino el 'Alfetta "

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Silence In House!

them will not I make speeches. It will be that I am not able to start a serious discussion. Talk to me is to know what they say and say things that others do not. For me, very often, talk to someone is equivalent to joke. "You do not know a serious talk," he said. Without the steps to the hall of the brain that I am not totally interested in making a serious talk. I hear them then their serious talk. You can tell right away. One says one thing, the other sets the item and immediately begins to say a huge and boundless sea of \u200b\u200bplatitudes. Many, hl. In speeches I hear you say the same things, things that everyone knows. The other hand, who nods and says, "Bravo, right," while the correct answer is "Thank fuck". Always. But no, the more he begins to say, 'It is true, the hot water is warmer than the cold, I agree with you. We are right in tune. " The first reinforcements "I think when it comes to water, the problem is upstream." "Bravo, that's right." I stay there. Even more when people begin to express their opinions about something, and their views are taken verbatim from the tabloids, music critics and / or film and have said things that other friends of friends to sell their own. When speaking, most people try to please another party. Try to be interesting, to give itself an air search. People believe. Was easy to live with words, you know that gravy. I prefer silence. We will not say that "The silence is worth a thousand words" or "Understanding the silence" or "Being able to hear what is said in silence." I just like to know how to be with people who are not embarrassed to keep quiet. Why there's nothing wrong with occasionally to have nothing to say.

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want to scream. So, off the cuff, without even canvas. Shouting nonsense instead of trying to speak softly illuminated and illuminating phrases. I find it liberating, even constructive. Also because I am, let's face it, things at the right time I can not really say. Because even when I know exactly what I should say. In my head is clear, precise, sharp and very, very effect. A surgeon. Instead, when I have free speech simply to say what I think (so no more likely to drop the word from head to mouth, trying not to get them out from the nose), I block. I just block, or at worst start to talk like Tiziano Ferro "I wanted to tell farandara Danè." I'm good at fucking shoot sentences instead. Oh those! See: "The pink elephant flying over the skies of ketchup to weave webs of clouds as a kind of cotton swab." See? About
. I was so busy with other matters that I forgot the place. It 's over. After three years of joys and sorrows fade to rise is over. I do not want to talk about memories or sentimentality, incazzature, likes and dislikes. Only, to paraphrase a famous phrase, even 'if the st'esperienza semo sod off! Who really loves
sighs your lover what he would scream to the world (this beautiful, I know its strong!).

" The number is important, it gives weight to the words for this every time before you think of it alone and if we find the slightest hint of violence recalls that will be raised to the nth degree"
Daniele Silvestri "Want to cry"

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We're almost there. And I could not speak on this blog. You expected, eh? And you think mo ' coglionazzo that Simon's spirit begins to make imminent thesis. And you do not seem to talk about how everything will be good or all bad, I'm good I'm sick. And do not tell you how you think we do not give anything of the thesis in fact we are happy that everything is over, we young shoots only three years ago pawed anxious. And do you think? Indeed.
Today I am happy. It should be me that takes very little to make me happy. A small gesture and PAM !, The day I get up to ten percentage points. I've got the MIBTEL happiness that has reached historically high levels. Sell! Sell! No really, I'm glad I do not know well because . I mean, I know, but a normal person would not be so happy for such a thing. Oh well, the usual story.
I want to tell a true story, however. Come, sit next to me. This is the story of one of us, even if born to him in the street ... no, for a moment. Not this, I meant this one. Once upon a time, in a large meadow where boys are growing hopes that call ... no shit, I get confused. Sorry. I do not understand, maybe it's the hunger that this absurd diet forced me to suffer. I would own the pa - pa - pa - pa pappa col-po-po-po-po-tomato!
How I hate to write today. E 'happiness! But no, it's another thing. But I can not say here. I can not even give you a hint or the notary s'incazza. About a notary and a judge yesterday I saw Morgan live. Live and kicking. It 'was an experience, no adjective in support of the noun. Simply an experience (I spent an adverb is to make you happy '!). What kind. A slap on the face that you never stop to listen. Then the music is wonderful, even when it is expressed in most of the tragedy. Nothing to say. Score: 9.
Today I'll sweat. Feel the breeze that pulls in Rome today. Fresh as a slice of watermelon, so fresh that I was at risk squaraus but I resisted. Stoic, almost Stojckov . In truth they are completely healed, so I took the liberty of making up all night to watch a movie, play and hear music stripped to the waist around the house. I repeat for the rich and greedy vecchiarde parchment looking for a boy to maintain: "A shirtless around the house! I suck me alone.
Is there anyone who has come this far to read? But it should be '? I'm writing just to piss those two, three, who occasionally give a read. However good if you came up here I love you. Really. In a bit I want a ' more than others but do not get angry. Gelosoni ! If
, mo 'you think I'm going to write even the aphorism. But it should be!

"And the song? But it goes!"
Simone Giambartolomei "I've written enough"

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I am served. Mister "Last Minute", Mr "I'm going to race," eth "Put us 'na pieces." Always on the run, in the final laps, trying to retrieve a result which now seems lost. It does not mean that we will succeed. For example, right now, at 3:00 at night with excruciating stomach pains that haunt me for days, instead of finishing what I have to finish at all costs, I take a little time to shoot crap that nobody felt the need. I'm just shit, I say it alone. But what can I do? If I do not feel the pressure, nothing, I do not budge even a fourth of the bra. From a bit
' of days if you get close to my stomach, you can hear the sea. Winter sea, however, stormy and violent. I look like a teapot in constant boiling, or rather as if I had swallowed a Yorkshire by coughing. This storm outside of your room? Stagnant or noise of the dishwasher is running? Perhaps what we most closely is the sound of rubber slippers of two lovers that break the waves that draw contours on the beach wet. What a poetic way of talking about the squaraus !
phrase romantic # 32: "I love you so much for you laverei the car."

"How long thought that only useless fannenisnade believe to be well darendedo de!"
Tiziano Ferro "I do not know denfane "

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"All very strange. Much, too weird. The bed was perfectly in order and that's all around smelled of blood. Stank to suffocate, as well as the putrid air that hung in the room. With my handkerchief I approached the bed. I convinced the stomach and brain to pull off the covers to find out what was underneath. It was very hard. The spectacle that presented itself was creepy
some would say cop now retired to his grandchildren, sitting around him to hear some scary stories. For me it was simply human cruelty. What we do not teach, that all hidden behind walls and mirrors of childhood pain of love lost. That cruelty in us trapped in that cage and precepts of doing good Catholics, just waiting for the right moment to escape. That day, who knows what time it happened. "

This is an excerpt from the last book by Andrea Camilleri entitled" Mount Albano, that you bring to make 'a ride. "Meanwhile, I kicking.
Questions, only questions. Questions have another question in response. And maybe the answer to my question is really a question. It is a tongue twister, think about how to proceed, or should I say does not proceed as this. Oddly enough, the answer is a passage from the Bible. Where, how would Guccini, the answer is a voice that asks "Shomer-llailah but me?". At what point is the night?
I do not know why, but I know this is what I do.

"The night is passing but the dawn has not yet arrived. Go back, ask, insist."
The Bible "Isaiah, Chapter 21"