Presure Point To Fall Asleep

Letter to Santa Claus at Christmas

Dear Santa, this year I honestly a little embarrassed to write. It seems to me that there will be given a lot 'to do in the past twelve months. I will not remember the hospital, never so many as in all my twenty-nine years pass, I will not mention the marriage and new home Pistoia, I will not claim the tribulations professional and economic anxieties. I would like to remember what I told you last year to deserve such generosity, so much attention in composing the park gifts 2005-2006. I would like to remember and, in all honesty, I would Avoid using the same words, I would avoid it carefully.


Yes, I know. I can easily seem ironic that I say, seem almost not satisfied with the thunder generous services. I can. I have this also by virtue of a pipeline nearly flawless in every packet discard (!) Without delay or hesitation. Not a gift I recycled, I accepted everything and everything I think I've seen in dutiful attention. So you do not have to hurt.


Well, I could ask for this night the simple assurance that you'll be there, hanging out for a while 'stop to look, or at least I would like to wish a story to contain the recent availability of excess exposure, which is known , in the long run does not pay. Be good, short, but more do not be pernicious here.


Look, look, you do not need to repeat the inscrutable function of each leaf lying in the ether. I do not doubt that all the gifts last year, dear Santa Claus, were appropriate and calibrated. So, consider it as an assumption and not on torniamoci. But until proven otherwise, I can communicate a request last night and although it will seem a bit 'over my, be sympathetic and listen to me.


Many, last night, thinking of those who have less, and be clear about who I'm thinking is usually enough to believe that it is all a question of quantity and frequency in having. Children or young children to wealthy non-zero rate will remain nothing more than verify the inadequacy of being before the untapped potential of non-being - then what is missing, what?, Beggars or children educated to yearn for will remain the serenity of a significant title by tumbler in curriculum el'ebrezza majestic repressed envy in the heart of not too many square inches - missing everything.


many others, this night, trying to forget even before it might come true, and others will provide a way to not see any difference from the days past and those to come. Someone will try to die, someone will try to be born, but this matter to a few and everyone else wrong because the balance between who comes and who goes is to say the least worrisome with the emergence of the ugly in this world.
(Allow me: far from me every time the infamous petulance of an improvised laudator temporis actis: those who had had, who gave up. And it was better when we were worse off, please. Yet the ugly emerge, although on a non-commensurable nor overall amounts being comparable).


Down in Africa there is little to do, always ruin the holidays: they have the rhythm and blood for this disease and wars not stop for a moment.
Down in the East there are those who give a lot to do and think you're doing something important: tenderness and affection for anyone who feels that way.
the rest of the world would not talk, too much effort to find something to say, and East Africa, at least you should be safe. A little 'as a gift to the chess with his teenage son of a lawyer of the left.


I admit I'm turning around the question, actually a bit 'I fear thee, Father Christmas: you take me to the letter then, and in fact is to point you choose to relate to us pilgrims on earth I'm vain, narcissistic and useless (at least until someone will make an intergalactic three sides and there use to make Filotto). But as I turn around there is good demand I make less subtle, should I entrust you the bright and clear contrast.


Dear Santa, This year I ask you just do not give me anything I already did not already have: clear, should be the minimum between people who know and love him. But I doubt it came from. We are many and ever you'll forget one and only one of your recent wonders.


Claus, and Nicholas, as you prefer. I'll tell you explicitly. The only thing that I might want to repeat what has been my marriage is fine, but, of course, if I said to my wife that I want to get married again before further details could kill me. So nothing difficult for the year again, you've been busy, as well well, look I give you the opportunity to consider, now, a better person, do not you deny mica. But for this we start from this observation. How wonderful to look in the mirror, now I also have short hair. Chapeau.


Just in case you wonder if you think about something that has already done, and I end up here, I really do not get in distress and giving up. Will understand if my life will look calm and serene they seemed boring, I'll understand in this case that we're still putting the whole. I will give way and nobody will deprive you of my pat on the back, well established and substantial right.
Finally, before saying goodbye, if you tickle your hand and you want to be helped to avoid awkward repetitions, look I need a contract of indefinite duration, a house and then, if you overdo it, a son. I know the face that you're doing. No, forget it. Statti still and I'll be more than happy.


So I salute you, all that remains is to wish you and the reindeer do a good job, a job where you can be proud of.
You noticed, I have deliberately stated that I was good, but if I am here to write trascoso seen the year, and write expressions without objectionable, it seems clear that they are not bad and I was not.


Santa Claus, in tonight then. Or no, well not really. In
eternal, endless friendship.
Merry Christmas.


A.



ps Merry Christmas to all friends of the Sports Bar. Thanks for being there, thanks for being there.

How To Tell If A Cologne Is Fake

bored and I was quite down
there was nothing on TV even
suddenly everything has changed
of its flavor I love.
Pa pa pa parmigiano re re Re
rereggiano ohoh.
I'm alone melancholy
I need company
want a partner for the future
this for sure that it is fragrant.
Pa pa pa parmigiano re re Re
rereggiano ohoh.
Unexpected coming down from heaven
in this story is the great thing
I met a brilliant
and is very original.
Pa pa pa parmigiano re re Re
rereggiano ohoh.

So. In
clearly without reading carefully the text
something is lost.
Anyway.


Prime spot. I would say almost
sober. Short, less than thirty seconds to introduce the theme.
The bearer of the complaint is basically a tomato. It is he who breaks the silence and raises his voice first. The good accountant imbolsito dressed in red and floats between the right and left without finding peace in its wake two other able-bodied and a dwarf that is positioned on the far left. Little to say. Clearly frustrated man grayed by years of double-entry, but it could be my god, he resorts to the eternal panacea. HAND.
is immediately after the appearance of the hand, and his well-agitated rhythmic cadence, he discovers that the tomato is not alone. What is the dawning of a new broom onanistic? (Cited and that the first horror / Contra the wicked nature / shook mortals in social chain ...).


According spot
Development. The tomato, evidently made in elongated peppers, appears with his hands crossed on his chest. The atmosphere is tense uncomfortable onion, pasta and glasses deviate singing without conviction. Something's wrong. they all look with suspicion and anxiety is very clear also in the female onion begins late to shake hands. A sprig of parsley embarrassed by the shoulders, while the tomatoes upright derision. Nothing.
Yes it really seems something is wrong. And suddenly from heaven sword of punishment.
Touch, carving, cutting. After the hand the punishment and guilt. The shape of the Parmesan cheese out two men who ancestrally Raffaella Carra recall to memory, she will be the Virgiglio of this atonement. I told my mother, my dear sweet pepper. I'll go blind. At the very least.


Third spot
The plot twist. Before the proceedings before the tomatoes, tomato onanist marginalize.
From the shadow reveals the true identity of the malignant pepper: it all starts to make sense. Mephistopheles sings solo and with a hoarse voice pierces his "suddenly everything has changed."
Luciferian show emaciated and contracts other vegetables: the unforgettable first floor of the eggplant, clear citation of a vintage De Sica. The winks parsley, onions suggest. Then the revelation. The eggplant is done between two pick tomatoes. And the onion girl sings with Homeric wisdom, I am lonely, melancholy, I need company. All participate in the ritual. There again thrill and involvement. The others are placed facing the wall eggplant, mushrooms pretend to slap extreme, the irrepressible melanzani now leave no room for imagination. Back to the hand. Back to the sword of sin. Against each other as never before lined up vegetables. Back a euphoric Raffaella Carra. It's the apocalypse.


Epilogue.
Our tomato, the one who hatched the Pandora's box, sadly intones in the snow illuminated by a dramatic bull's eye. The script At this point no longer has the prudence of early and get to the point. What is at stake is not the cheese but his analogy with the child of Bethlehem. Terrible. Did not seem possible to go that far even in the most cruel adaptations clandestini.Eppure flavor text reads: unexpected coming down from heaven. And shortly after the hand further clarified, it is not no snow, not snow that settles on the wretched of the kitchen peninsula. They look haggard, drugged, transfigured. The compositions of red, white and green and there are flag waving Italic presumptuous and arrogant its irreverent nature in the face of the sky.


Parmigiano Reggiano, when there is unknown.
with good grace and the rich and the poor.


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Apocalypse now you can give more

first scene. In
family: old diabetic grandmother hopes a future base for the future of the boy Berlin Zoo. The size of a pound slice of Pandora (on silver tray) and passes it to him while his mother tries to make him wear her asshole giubottino and blue scarf reggaefregammècheciòlaziendadifamiglia future. Nothing is casual served and revered the only male of the house (the omm omm is, after all).
Bello in this particular sense, the mother's face without the benefit, of course, the mother-in-law, a category known obsessed with food: You have to eat, eat, chew and swallow a grandmother. Eat, opens his mouth, eat more, eat shit. My son at his age was already a calf, not the nephew that you made me, hooker.


second scene.
headlong rush into the snow instead of falling rises from the floor: wonderful.
A world upside down. A ball of snow to shake hoping to see its people drown in agony. Let's hope but not enough. He stops. The mother trudges behind, poor thing. He sees a little girl her mother co. Apparently he understood everything about life bestowed his half-portion to the female, waiting for future compensation. The child looks to accomplice to the mother: is it really true just a smile. The mother load of furs and Christmas spending garrulous provides a bright future as the coat of her daughter. Son of just fool males. Maybe.


Third stage.
A mime, a human being slammed in the spine and cast in gold to the eternal memory of the efforts to be avoided in moving, stretching his hand begging pose. Not resist the small magnet in the position of law and mime that product category and so precarious that it will always be happy in his magnanimous gesture. Let them eat brioche, Mom approves. And the mime collects his fourth slice pandorale scrutinizing the reasons for it in his heart to suffer. And this month we ate.


Fourth stage.
Isolated from the people in the shade and listen to that story, a financial planner and discuss an unlikely Mexican hard. The snow continues to go a bit 'where the hell they please, anywhere but on the ground, but there is. The two gesticulating. He resize, she replied that he does not understand anything. The luogocomunismo produces another great fresco of the woman, hysterical, passive aggressive pursuer and employee. The jolly little man squared resize, move back, beating around the bush and knows that in a while 'his life will be better. Comes small. It dispenses one-eighth slice of the two guards with ferocity. Magnate and Statev silent, goats. It is the return the white whale, the party of the loaf, let it go until the boat goes.
But yes, but me cares, just breathing, though, sometimes breathes well too. But yes that I care, it is so queer.


Fifth scene.
The triumph of our hero sees a bird swollen, probably ill, perhaps in the next chapter as it should be: failed to buy na home, his cock, he goes to lavuri ', barbùn. She hands him the last eighth of a slice pandoro rightly crumbled. You do not linger over this point is to be well balanced, well aware by now that the small, free from the mother sly, which approximates to go into politics. Sooner or later the streets are free from you ragged. But then someone is always at the end, a bit 'like the sheet of paper to the fireplace. So does the Christmas fireplace ..


Epilogue.
The child comes home obviously pissed. Sti-starved, so 'left without pandoro, vafanculo. He forgets that perhaps the old woman had cut a slice from an entire form? no, not that naive. He knows that will shake the bitch and injected into the blood of our dear father, cursed father. Double Oedipus complex. Broom. He sits on the couch. Her father takes care of the gifts, of course. Fa 'what do you compete but do not look, you do not plug back, look how you have reduced. On his knees among the boxes. Then the spell: a black leather bag is laid, the mother is presumed, on the couch. Beautiful bag. Wonderful analogy with the creation of Michelangelo. The exchange between the hand of god and man. Shivers down my spine. The capitalist bigwigs rises and makes a bully, Teutonic, greedy and proud. Among the cartoons that asshole father saw his prey: a new reserve of merit. Pandoro still clings bloated boxed and the supposed death of the old. What a sweet feeling Power. Come, come yet to make a generous lap around here. It is still not late, not yet past Christmas. And we hope never ends.


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How Hard Is It To Burn 6000 Calories Per Day

Baretto A whole new

The new bar is ready.
For a few weeks still continue to write here, meanwhile
will complete the shift of some content (such as novels, but perhaps also tales of bars and some reviews) in the other room full of innovations still under development.
Where is now the sports bar.

http://www.albardellosport.net

The most substantial is that the Bar there will be a fatalissima blonde Elly with me to serve you. Needless
present: great talent, wonderful narcoleptic, a pen acute and sensitive.
Update your link, Friends of the Bar and get ready for the new colors of the year to come.
We will be happy to hear this place always greet friend and, hopefully, give the baby Baretto generous welcome, even with its limitations and with the same unyielding belief that we can be.


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Converting To A Refrigerated Truck

Against CTRLC for a better world

2007 Budget - a financial emergency provisions, Decree Law No. 262 03.10.2006, OJ 03.10.2006.

Article 32. Reproduction of articles for magazines or newspapers

1. Article 65 of Law April 22, 1941, No 633, after paragraph 1 shall be inserted the following:
'1-bis. Those who realize, by whatever means, the total or partial reproduction of articles from magazines or newspapers, publishers must pay a fee for the works from which these articles are taken. The extent of such compensation and methods of collection are determined on the basis of agreements between the entities referred to in the previous period and the associations of stakeholders. Are excluded from the payment of compensation to public authorities referred to in Article 1 of Legislative Decree 30 March 2001, No 165.. "


Well, since that money is not only the problem of a single country, I wonder how come you do not talk about this shameful article which excludes the presence of the quotes in the writings of critics, as well as, in the age of RSS, wants to enter the economic bargaining in the circulation of stories mentioned in the forum or blog (certainly not for the unique quality of the prose or the inextricable complexity of content).
I hope I have misunderstood, but since what is to happen in Lupocattivo.net (deletion of the comment sections of news and sports news) after legal advice, I'm afraid we'll have to bluff, change a few words, yet take infinitely for a ride.


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Knee Brace Open Patella

And I cut my hair short

Since 2002, I started to develop them, there was not much wanted.
And somehow take them long and slightly curly rightly gave me, I think, the ability to do things.
An aesthetic choice can, must have some impact, but maybe he did and whatever we can only try to understand them; effects and not causes, those are so fleeting, as they are useless.


I have the face of a good boy, an altar boy, and the door behind me with the benefits and the imbalances that include: when a baby face he is asked something, to respond too quickly, even before the words. About Me do so. Before me, and sometimes even in the conscience compels me to explain, that I may be slow, slower and think differently from you. Hard to believe, hard to believe.


With long hair I was able to mitigate the wonder, discomfort, contempt, then that too modestly s'arroga to express my face: for better or worse a useful character, the one who needs masks could read in my thick hair, and sometimes the eccentricity is under the control of a shampoo, I am beginning to fear. God rest his soul balms and hair dryer to gamma rays, if I can invent that which depends on their generous occur.
I know that it is not, on the other hand I 29 years until 2002 and my hair was not so ambitious to plot a strategic framework for my expressions.
yet it moves. It goes to the barber.


So here I am back to square that looks like so many other less decipherable pictures, not only before, not only now, but first as similar to a minority of costume, now confused and banal, at least to the ears of steel at least. Confused and banal meaningless. It's scary for everybody, I fear, I believe, and shudder to think of an answer can be deprived of their gait, forced to raise the pitch at all times, or at least to provide the service of a brain only employee, but not exclusively replaceable this to tame a less precise orders and untranslatable. Complicated
speech: no. Every dog \u200b\u200bhas to follow his master, and no dog chooses how to bring the hair, he thinks his master when he wakes up and allows himself a smile in the mirror. I am not exaggerating. The Power is in the hands and eyes of every man and woman, delivered to term, expressed itself in time.
unravel this continuous exposure to possible reductions is the art of wisdom. And wisdom
barber.


A.

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Zen and the ' art of turning

I'm not quite clear why we stopped. I did not quite clear if we ever do iniziatoa. Tension
absolute, body and soul, broken only to distinguish the back and belly of a leaf suspended.
time ago I wondered why frame a man and a woman girandogli around was so beautiful. Yet it is not. Their shadow stuck to the ground, without hesitation the midday sun. And the difficult balance to choose in a circular motion as the hub of the side continuing throughout a perfect, soft circle. Outside the world in the world.
The absolute power to dominate the passion, the sheer passion to exceed all limits can be called the dynamic variation of good and evil? I wonder.
Why we stopped to overcome the precarious essence of the questions. Perhaps because I live and die do not have the generous body of a woman and the edges of a virtuous man? To live and die without eternal love, a paper pulled from the edges and impossible to pull without tears.
Balanced close the space of a virtuous and regular shape without corners beginning and end.
Each point is the father, every point is a child, each point is first, each point is later.
Each point is a party, each point is everything.
not conclude the movement and repeat it indefinitely, blocking the stars as I would like for it to be.
not a shadow of uncertainty, harder, be stronger than the same movement of the earth.
promise you love and devour the sky forever, and love will realize the sky will flow through me.


A.

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Warriors of Freedom - Part I

With Videopolitik , excerpts from "Annozero.
I got it all wrong. I had to do the attack.

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Travel Year

. Taken
the trip to Bari Bari, not Bali.
I get home, simply.
Apart from a hit and run in June to talk with the accountant,
return in 48 hours, it's been just over a year.
an amazing year, a crazy year, but not destructive to the end, because I'm here for my wedding
exciting, dazzling white to the continuous hospitals
between the anxieties of youth and the weariness of old age, a
year that was a long life.
I go back to Bari in a couple of weeks, but maybe not come back.
because they are now husband, because all this can not resist and survive
not having changed the face.
Bari also has changed, I'm sure. What seemed to me always equal to itself,
what I look different.
I will never return, but still I'm going to Bari.


Come by plane, this is nothing new. It sounds rich, it would seem
and maybe it is, but it costs about 10 € more than the Eurostar train,
yes even that one thing to the rich. Yet it is far from Florence, Bari much of its chlometri
and the hours are not enough to say that this distance is stretched and as an organ rifiata
on holidays. Holidays, vital, necessary. Final, I would like, if you were really rich
I should not think of optimizing the time, save time viagigo to stay as much as possible with my family, the streets where I grew up.
What I do not miss, no, not at all '. But I really like after such a review, because no nostalgia
required and feeling pregnant yet to come.


I go back to work, but first a few words.
The sports bar, kind and affectionate passers
soon migrate elsewhere because I love him and it is good to grow
or just become something else. Time to time. For now look at him with affection, to what has been
and what will continue to be.


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Panta rei

And just when blogger decided to innovate its functions ..
the bartender began to think of renewing the club.


These days I wrote less, because the captain of the sad things from
and silence because maybe it's time to change something.


The first thought that comes back is that you understand why everything bad happens
can happen. Simple: I can not take care of the life around where I live, I can imagine if interested the world. And this is natural with dedication, with the passive transport and paradoxical waste of energy, all those possible.
Soak a well, to give drink to a canary. It is hard and you could not see the sense, because
the debased sense of things is from being able to be otherwise, and it can not be otherwise this is the condemnation of this debased sense. In anything. The screams, the cries are no different from laughter. Propagation of sound waves, movement of air, up and down the lungs and heart, change the pace and not the substance: everyone does a little 'what is, perhaps no one chooses, if any waiver of choosing to believe his every sentence .


It 's almost ready for dinner. This first public part, perhaps the only thing tonight, I had other sin. But eating, for some reason, attracts me more than to hear me.

Gpsphone .cht File Pokemon Sapphire

Gaara redheaded

And they say we are otaku noise, sad and silent.
Thank goodness I grew so enamored of the Japanese dream.
And smile a little 'own tribute to the sky.



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Far Away, So Close


Today I was at the funeral of a person who will always carry in my mind and heart.


I thought about the future, these days I did often.
The mystery of death seems to open up
the horizons of time and clearly articulate the needs of desire.

what happens. Thing. Why is having difficulty
and legs ache in the morning
Siamese days. And why did I start to hate the words I use.
not I'm seventeen, no. Yet the absolute candor

and fingers smeared more sugary
squeak.
So I still talk. Despite the urgent need for sleep. Again.

And I wanted to denounce the wickedness
agent unworthy
funeral and I wanted to sing the beauty of women
narrow as not to pass the fear
and I would trust that it will be between a house and a son
not to blush, without blushing.

No hesitation, the bartender and he realizes there is only
to be at the mercy of life. Sometimes it is impossible that
otherwise. Sometimes it's better that way.

Laura and I we talked about when there will be more.
I would not be exposed in the Chapel of Farewell,
not. I want to be in a locked room and stay there for long.
In a room open only to my wife,
to my parents and my brothers
if they wish, they could be.
And every year I would write a list of people,
a list of people to invite.
and give them a dinner at the time,
very generous dinner.
Then maybe I would cremate,
but I care less. I would cremate
to avoid being watched.
And all this does not give me sorrow, nor frightens me.


Far Away, So Close
.


A.

ps
In these days of sobbing presence
I was not alone. Thanks to those who love me
and thanks to those who pass by here.

Scorpio Playing Mind Games

Radio Blog # 6 Short Story

The bartender apologizes for the delay and the apparent neglect.
No day at the moment to accept a day.
why thoughts are expected, the notes suggest, the words laid gracefully.
Rose bianche e Carbon è il profumo d'inverno.


1. Air - Playground Love
2. Blur - Universal
3. Mum - Green Grass of Tunnel
4. REM - At My Most Beautiful
5. U2 - First Time
6. Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees
7. Rachel's - Water From The Same Source
8. Francois Hardy - Stone in the water
9. Smashing Pumpkins - Porceliner Of The Vast Oceans
10. Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah


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Brown Hair With Blonde Chunks For Long Hair

A colpo di gun in the woods, listen.
The fog stirs mind and then, nothing.


cut to the station, I hold the silence in the pockets

safe.


Why not stay still,
wondered.


She shuddered, the lake
hid it in a ripple
trivial.

eyes and console in the oil for a few hours, without
push to shore.


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Plastic Sleds From The 1970's

Hear this voice .. (You know what to say) No stop





I picked up the guitar and play for you the time to learn

not have and do not know how to play but sound
for you.


Hear This item
who sings is my heart

love love love is what I can tell
but you will understand me.


The meadows are in flower scents too

I want to die I can not sing

not ask for more ..



The first nice thing I had from life
your smile is young, it's you.
Among the trees a star has brightened the night

heart in love
increasingly more and more ..


( The first nice thing , Nicola Di Bari)


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