Monday, May 31, 2010

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flamingo_road @ 2010-05-31T16:54:00


My mother says that this summer will be fantastic for the lion. My mother did not said, but I think it will be a pleasant summer for cancer. If nothing else, will be happy for the lion.
Perhaps the last, then some bad fairy will cast a spell and turn it into walls and floors of an apartment to rent Cagliari. I wonder, you can not rent the house we already have? He leaves a piece of our lives! If it goes my childhood, almost all of my birthdays, all tan, all the hiding, all messages sent by the window, under the stars, all love, all the energy accumulated during the year, summer, winter , Spring. If it all goes again. If the rent for all the summer would not be a capital firm. If rented, it would still be our home. Our small cottage. And we could go back in any time, choose to spend ten days without rent.
seems to be destined to relive it again. When parking in these balconies is a dense to remind me that I do not live there anymore. That my bedroom is an intimate gathering of emotions, that my desk is not a piece of wood that saw me grow and has borne the burden of huge puppets rose, or what books or that of an old computer . That the handle does not creaking anymore, that the towel is left of the sink, the walls are plasterboard, which, oh, the sliding door! I will not feel anymore someone whistling from the villa in front to draw my attention. Never again I will have my best friends at your house phone. Nobody tells me to get off . Nobody tells me to find the step. No one will ask me to play tennis in square. Nobody will wait for me to his garage, with the stereo blaring. And no one will do more crazy Clara, so if you do not take with me.
Now I have to relive it? I have to let the cash you take home? My garden, my loft my bed?
I am happy in this house. My room is distracting, but I finally plenty of room for my postcards, photos, paintings. Can I try all the romance of the fire in the fireplace, or relax in the courtyard, but mostly I have my dogs. Our old apartment quartuccese gave us our dogs.
Our charming cottage will be used to something that maybe I will see too late. In the meantime I can only regret.




Friday, May 28, 2010

Why Does My Stomach Stick In In The Middle

flamingo_road @ 2010-05-28T15:15:00

Today I thought about it, and fill orders on the Matrix. They give the best wishes of happy birthday to your boss? No, no, better, give you my best wishes for a happy birthday to a person who never manifests itself, if not exclusively in the form of names, enough to discount the truth, but entirely justified by the dull office life, created by clever minds of subordinates? A person who knows how to be your own boss, but do not know it at all? A person so overworked that we poor handyman, we have not even hope to be able to greet in the hallway? Of course, in the hall there are people who do not work. So it will never happen to see the boss. Never. It will always be on the phone / mobile device in his office, whose door is always closed and the building is the only one not to be made of glass. And if he were to leave his office, he can not never see us, because we'll be leaning on a photocopier or behind the screen of our tractor, because ours is a PC that has the same potential for a tractor and emits the same, scary noises.
For me the problem does not arise. I have too many chiefs in order to know the reactions of all for a possible surge of this type. Not that I would, if I had one. No, I'm not a person to drive, I think. And, as say those who left me on the street, not a boring person who fits the funereal atmosphere of an office. I enjoy a casino in the office!
So in conclusion, hope you do or not? I speak of conditions normal and normal people. I would not expect my mother to go from that to wish her, of course. Would also be able to tell you about his wishes, in person, clearly, is not the time and place to send the fax!

Friday, May 21, 2010

Fisherman's Village Playa Del Carmen Sell

flamingo_road @ 2010-05-22T01:11:00


emotions so dense as not to want to disconnect. Like glue in your hair, on clothes. On white clothes. Like a kiss and a smile, a kiss and a smile. Violent feelings that they laugh, knowing in advance what to test my head.
And I could carry them, along with question marks in these days of these months, the next. My, those of others. If it is always so beautiful, I want to dream again.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Awefilms Licence Removal

Farewell Sanguineti


not write an obituary for me.
one of his poems is the only one who can give him goodbye.

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Nemorense @ 2010-05-18T21: 14:00

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Monday, May 17, 2010

How To Kill Hair Roots At Home

flamingo_road @ 2010-05-17T12:25:00








Malawi, Africa.
Two men are likely to be sentenced to 14 years in prison and hard labor for
publicly declared their love with marriage.
Sign the petition to stop this hatred in the day against homophobia. Thanks.






Saturday, May 15, 2010

Matchsticks For Model Making

flamingo_road @ 2010-05-16T00:43:00

Only buildings reflected in a pool of water. I accept, assimilate me, suck me and then I eject. Their hands move away, looks away as I feel him. Heavy, suffocating. It 's too hot, the discomfort, but it's too cold out here.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

What Does A Wide Converter Do

Nemorense @ 2010-05-12T23: 54:00

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Only a few more days and will be finished, only a few more days.

a warm greeting and you had doubts?

Sunday, May 2, 2010

What Is Deadline Usmle

Nemorense @ 2010-05-02T22: 48:00

I survived the college, the first in my life and I thank those who were there with me out there trying to calm down, it went.
Then I returned to Albano, on the train and travel to eat, I was literally starving.
And yesterday, the zoo in Rome. Zoos make me sad, but now has become a rehabilitation center for protected species to Rome and it does not bother me too much.

one time this blog was a daily diary. They were strange days, where a chance meeting I was wondering if I would take away from the head to someone who has occupied an extraordinarily long time, days when I thought that a glass of wine and the smell of nougat of a fair at night were and created all the time ...
E 'not yet born when I thought I'd come back and see photos of Pisa with the lump in his throat, as I do not have the courage to come back.
'm back and I do not know what will stay, if you'll stay, what to do next, I just know I want to continue studying and nondecido alone anymore.
I only know that the meetings that changes your life and did not expect them all out of the atmosphere of normality, but only a detail, that is the look where you're missing. I
potertelo show even when I'm nervous Marco, but you make me happy. I'm full.
I wish I could remove even small disappointments of daily life, but I do not know how to tell you and I know I can not. But I'm here.
Thank you for these five months, love.
I love you. Your

Nur