Me I can breathe a bit ', please? It 's always an interview, although on a small local newspaper. Rather than anything, is better than, some would say. Thanks to Nadia
Turrell, who is supporting me (as well as bear). Hello
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Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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Me I can breathe a bit ', please? It 's always an interview, although on a small local newspaper. Rather than anything, is better than, some would say. Thanks to Nadia
Turrell, who is supporting me (as well as bear). Hello
Piero
Me I can breathe a bit ', please? It 's always an interview, although on a small local newspaper. Rather than anything, is better than, some would say. Thanks to Nadia
Turrell, who is supporting me (as well as bear). Hello
Piero
Monday, December 29, 2008
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Passim - Stories and poems
if made, are not. They're all coming together a series of publications that contain my stories. "Passim - stories and poetry" is an anthology of the Bench Award, 2008, curated by Grazia Gliozzi. It contains a piece that I took part in the competition this year.
For information and purchase the book contact the publisher Odoya
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Piero 
if made, are not. They're all coming together a series of publications that contain my stories. "Passim - stories and poetry" is an anthology of the Bench Award, 2008, curated by Grazia Gliozzi. It contains a piece that I took part in the competition this year.
For information and purchase the book contact the publisher Odoya
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Sunday, December 21, 2008
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Thursday, December 4, 2008
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A story in the drawer
purists will turn up a little 'nose. But if somewhere there is a collection of short stories with some of my stories you should know about. Although Lulu and it is a self-produced collection. Especially because the proceeds will be donated to charity.
The link to the site "A story in the drawer" where we talk about this book can be found here . To buy directly instead
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not a good idea for Christmas? Hello
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purists will turn up a little 'nose. But if somewhere there is a collection of short stories with some of my stories you should know about. Although Lulu and it is a self-produced collection. Especially because the proceeds will be donated to charity.
The link to the site "A story in the drawer" where we talk about this book can be found here . To buy directly instead
click here .
not a good idea for Christmas? Hello
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Thursday, November 27, 2008
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- Have you turned on?
- Yes, I am ready.
Lothar hair system. His name was Matthew, but nobody could call it that, without great risk. He looked in the room and began to speak, professional tone.
- Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. We are here near the river for what will be the event of the season. The trial of a villain. Lothar
pointed to the tree to his right. Julius slowly lowered the frame, revealing a guy with eyes wide open and his face swollen, bound and gagged.
- Your Majesty, could you tell us what this poor young man is accused? - Julius said, laughing while he continued to take the boy gagged.
- But certainly. Indeed, we more. His fate will be decided by those present. We expose only the evidence against him.
- LOTHAR! LOTHAR! - Clocked an incentive arose for a few seconds behind Julie. Three other spectators attended enjoyed the scene. Claudio, Fabio and Andrea, the other devoted subjects of Lothar. Well. Then, the villain is accused of trying to avoid the initiation rite.
- But this is something serious! - Said Fabio.
- Exactly. He refused to hand over the phone, as did all his companions of the first G. Not only that. As soon as he could, he told what happened to teachers and the headmaster!
- NOOOOO!
- Oh yes. It has created a situation very unpleasant. We were interrogated. Maybe we will suspend.
- But it is incredible, your majesty!
- And you know what he did when we locked out of school and tried to understand why this fury against our person? It is wriggle and have been bitten! Do not believe us? Check it out! Lothar
unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt and pulled up his sleeve, revealing a scar rather obvious.
- after all, what do you think can be left unpunished?
- Noooooo!
- Good. Trust in the immense wisdom of your sire?
- Yes, your majesty!
- We propose that the are broken toes and hands.
- Siiiii!
- Good. That has removed the gag. That his cries rise up to heaven. What about the moon being aware of your pain! That the sentence is carried out.
The three spectators approached the boy and took off the gag. In response, just got the free air, they tried to bite them.
- Bastard! Mad dog! - Claudio said, pulling a resounding slap, while taking off shoes. While two barely kept him still, Andrea took a wooden stake from the ground and swung it with both hands. The boy put sull'alluce left, taking aim. Then he stood up to the sky and shook the first time. The cry of the boy
shook his campaign. His eyes were bloodshot and his voice became more hoarse. A trickle of drool slipped on the cheek.
Everyone laughed heartily. Lothar instead was put in front of the boy sitting cross-legged, enjoying the scene and launched a fierce glance at Andrea, who is now prepared the second shot. Julius took over everything in the meantime, with commitment.
The second shot broke the index and middle fingers. The boy let out a scream angrily.
- MAMMMAAAAAAAA!
- Call Mom, that sweet! - Said Julius turned to Lothar, who shook his head.
- MAMMMAAAAAAAA! - The voice became more hoarse and angry.
- Yes, yes, sure! Mom, call mom!
Lothar saw the pole fall to the ground with either hand of Andrea still attached. He looked up. A
be about two meters high, with the dog's head cut off his other arm of Andrea with a bite.
- Mom! - Said with a sigh the boy sitting on the ground.
Friday, November 14, 2008
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Mom's Love Story - The button
The sound of the old Siemens limbs the last remnant of paradise. Why, what evil have I done to merirarmi this? I killed him I Jesus Christ? I think not.
And you? How to solve the persistent problem of the button, which you've explained several times that it is impolite to death tighten his stomach when called to do his duty? Just eat less, drink less and refuse invitations to lunch and dinner, I'd say. And me? Could you please start thinking about the question about Jesus Christ, to which I have still not answered?
One thing I can try to do it. A run. A friend told me that it is simple. Half an hour and you've solved your problems. But
. What does it take? I wear the shirt, shorts, white socks and shoes sponge half smashed. Then I put the dark in the room of my son, looking dell'emmepitrè.
Here. Keys, pouch, earphones ordinance. Twenty seconds to decide. Soundgarden or Alex De Grassi. Alex no. I would not fall asleep while running.
first lap. I'm going well. Piano, without running, the lady passes in front of me shivering and completely ignores me. Second lap, I start to have some breathing problem, but that's normal, carry around two hundred pounds is not a walk, is a workout. Siemens spent ten minutes on low. And when you get there in half an hour?
Seiedieci. Missing five minutes at the end of the torture and Black Hole Sun is me drilling the brain. I feel better than when I went out and worse than that guy with the backpack that you start the site, angry but at least rested, that will certainly make just taken the first coffee of the day and is about to light his first cigarette of the day.
Done. Of course I will have half an hour, yes and no quarter of an hour. And all of you to please you. Then you say that man does not become attached to inanimate things.
Ok. How about giving me a little 'breathing today? Dai.
ignorant that you are nothing. Another day in apnea. 
The sound of the old Siemens limbs the last remnant of paradise. Why, what evil have I done to merirarmi this? I killed him I Jesus Christ? I think not.
And you? How to solve the persistent problem of the button, which you've explained several times that it is impolite to death tighten his stomach when called to do his duty? Just eat less, drink less and refuse invitations to lunch and dinner, I'd say. And me? Could you please start thinking about the question about Jesus Christ, to which I have still not answered?
One thing I can try to do it. A run. A friend told me that it is simple. Half an hour and you've solved your problems. But
. What does it take? I wear the shirt, shorts, white socks and shoes sponge half smashed. Then I put the dark in the room of my son, looking dell'emmepitrè.
Here. Keys, pouch, earphones ordinance. Twenty seconds to decide. Soundgarden or Alex De Grassi. Alex no. I would not fall asleep while running.
first lap. I'm going well. Piano, without running, the lady passes in front of me shivering and completely ignores me. Second lap, I start to have some breathing problem, but that's normal, carry around two hundred pounds is not a walk, is a workout. Siemens spent ten minutes on low. And when you get there in half an hour?
Seiedieci. Missing five minutes at the end of the torture and Black Hole Sun is me drilling the brain. I feel better than when I went out and worse than that guy with the backpack that you start the site, angry but at least rested, that will certainly make just taken the first coffee of the day and is about to light his first cigarette of the day.
Done. Of course I will have half an hour, yes and no quarter of an hour. And all of you to please you. Then you say that man does not become attached to inanimate things.
Ok. How about giving me a little 'breathing today? Dai.
ignorant that you are nothing. Another day in apnea.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
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"Forty" - A-Zine October 2008 on the site of Asimov.
Well, apparently, sometimes miracles are repeated. I would not want that now people take me for a writer in the leg. Still are not.
At least not as I would like to be.
The story "Forty " is the A-Zine No October 4, 2008 on the site of Asimov.
Not bad, looking back! Hello
Piero 
Well, apparently, sometimes miracles are repeated. I would not want that now people take me for a writer in the leg. Still are not.
At least not as I would like to be.
The story "Forty " is the A-Zine No October 4, 2008 on the site of Asimov.
Not bad, looking back! Hello
Piero
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Tale - Forty
so cold I had this morning, Alex. Only you can understand me. I went in the kitchen and looked out through the glass door. Pongo wagging his tail. He knows how to treat it, I will. Other than the bitch.
I looked on the table. This morning there was over a seventy-two, white and green in the jar. And then a eighty-two, in the glass, with a little 'coffee.
I closed my eyes. I saw only forty. Black, red background.
You know how I am. Just wake up are always pissed off. Mr. eighty-two seventy-two and her boyfriend flew in the toilet. As hard as marble, Ale!
Already I was in the bathroom, I did, Ale. Forty
. Shit. But you how did you get?
My mother had gone out. Today, meatballs, Ale. I play what I want. How do I? Will be eight hundred, at best.
'm back in the room. I put the heat on the ball. I nuzzling the heater under the blanket and turned on the hairdryer at the most. I made it, this system against the cold. What do you think, Al?
I turned on the TV. At that time there is nothing, just cartoons and advertising. But that program was on the spring-summer collection. What the fuck, Ale. But have you seen?
I had to change the channel. And there sweets, chocolate! My stomach was hurting.
But it happens to you, Alex? I think not. To thee not. Can not you ever plan to go to the kitchen. Should I drink a tablespoon of vinegar, as you do to make me go like this.
Indeed. I take a laxative. Here, good idea, I thought. I bought the other day, I still have it. I get a little 'sore tummy, but at least I do not think of anything else.
Nothing. I finished.
Quaranta.
At one point I woke up. You know when you look around and say where are they? My head was spinning. What the fuck am I doing in the kitchen, I wondered.
I looked at his fingers. Then on the table. Ale, if I was given a knife, they would not find even a little 'blood.
Before me there is only a jar of Nutella, empty.
Ale! But you saw what the hell have I done? Ale, you have to help me, not I can do it alone! You are my partner or not?
I ran into the bathroom and I slipped the brush in his mouth. That shit Hazelnut I have, I thought.
I saw the red spot. At first I was scared. Now I know that's a good sign. It means that everything came out. Think about that before you explain to me seemed to peel an apple. But I am stupid or not? Then
vomiting when I feel good. God I feel like I have control. I decide.
I throw under the rug with the hair dryer. I felt tired, Ale. I dozed off.
At one point, the voice of the bitch woke me up. Guess what '? I bought the meatballs!
Fuck. So even if they eat Pongo.
But like you used to get naked in front of you the mirror and to eat slowly? Were not you cold?
I wonder if when one dies it feels cold.
But what I'm thinking! In a few days I'll be fine. I will be beautiful! In fact, now I'm going to get up and running. At least one hour. I cover well and I make five times around the park. Twelve hundred. Twelve hundred fewer calories. Then this afternoon I come to find.
The bitch I hid the suit. It says that I have to stop going to the park every day, which is dangerous. How nice
slip without having to unbutton your pants, Alex, you were right. Then this afternoon I come to find. I come to see how can you not eat with all those doctors around. Only I know what you need, Ale. But why not leave us in peace?
Forty pounds. Cut eight. A few more days, Ale.
* winner of the A-Zine of the month of October 2008 on Asimov. 
so cold I had this morning, Alex. Only you can understand me. I went in the kitchen and looked out through the glass door. Pongo wagging his tail. He knows how to treat it, I will. Other than the bitch.
I looked on the table. This morning there was over a seventy-two, white and green in the jar. And then a eighty-two, in the glass, with a little 'coffee.
I closed my eyes. I saw only forty. Black, red background.
You know how I am. Just wake up are always pissed off. Mr. eighty-two seventy-two and her boyfriend flew in the toilet. As hard as marble, Ale!
Already I was in the bathroom, I did, Ale. Forty
. Shit. But you how did you get?
My mother had gone out. Today, meatballs, Ale. I play what I want. How do I? Will be eight hundred, at best.
'm back in the room. I put the heat on the ball. I nuzzling the heater under the blanket and turned on the hairdryer at the most. I made it, this system against the cold. What do you think, Al?
I turned on the TV. At that time there is nothing, just cartoons and advertising. But that program was on the spring-summer collection. What the fuck, Ale. But have you seen?
I had to change the channel. And there sweets, chocolate! My stomach was hurting.
But it happens to you, Alex? I think not. To thee not. Can not you ever plan to go to the kitchen. Should I drink a tablespoon of vinegar, as you do to make me go like this.
Indeed. I take a laxative. Here, good idea, I thought. I bought the other day, I still have it. I get a little 'sore tummy, but at least I do not think of anything else.
Nothing. I finished.
Quaranta.
At one point I woke up. You know when you look around and say where are they? My head was spinning. What the fuck am I doing in the kitchen, I wondered.
I looked at his fingers. Then on the table. Ale, if I was given a knife, they would not find even a little 'blood.
Before me there is only a jar of Nutella, empty.
Ale! But you saw what the hell have I done? Ale, you have to help me, not I can do it alone! You are my partner or not?
I ran into the bathroom and I slipped the brush in his mouth. That shit Hazelnut I have, I thought.
I saw the red spot. At first I was scared. Now I know that's a good sign. It means that everything came out. Think about that before you explain to me seemed to peel an apple. But I am stupid or not? Then
vomiting when I feel good. God I feel like I have control. I decide.
I throw under the rug with the hair dryer. I felt tired, Ale. I dozed off.
At one point, the voice of the bitch woke me up. Guess what '? I bought the meatballs!
Fuck. So even if they eat Pongo.
But like you used to get naked in front of you the mirror and to eat slowly? Were not you cold?
I wonder if when one dies it feels cold.
But what I'm thinking! In a few days I'll be fine. I will be beautiful! In fact, now I'm going to get up and running. At least one hour. I cover well and I make five times around the park. Twelve hundred. Twelve hundred fewer calories. Then this afternoon I come to find.
The bitch I hid the suit. It says that I have to stop going to the park every day, which is dangerous. How nice
slip without having to unbutton your pants, Alex, you were right. Then this afternoon I come to find. I come to see how can you not eat with all those doctors around. Only I know what you need, Ale. But why not leave us in peace?
Forty pounds. Cut eight. A few more days, Ale.
* winner of the A-Zine of the month of October 2008 on Asimov.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
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I wish you smile
Quiet time
thoughts cumbersome,
intrinsic revelations
pills new secrets, hidden behind the face
asleep,
in appearance.
Pupils cry for help;
unconscious of being seen,
look,
observed
set the sound of nothing,
envelops us in machines off,
circulation beats faster, from angry
feelings.
waiting for the light to illuminate the dark side,
the shadow of thought already chewed
in adipose past.
you would like to smile!
Like the sun after the storm, the lightning chased
that both are bad!
Now close your eyes and rest,
I'll be the last call before the morning!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
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* Story - Kustor
-Business. Strictly Business.
Kustor's voice paused. He lit a Gitanes and began to tell.
-The world has changed, Mike. When we started we were idealists, we fought thinking that one day we could build a better world, a place without wars, without rich and poor. We used the war to the things that we did not like. And so I did for years. Then one day comes a little man. A bank employee, at first sight. Frank sent me
-Wise.
-Ah. And we feel a bit '. What would Frank Wise from me?
-We need to talk business.
-Nothing to do - I'm like - people like you I will plant a bomb under your butt and make them disappear. Whatever you want me to say I do not care. In fact, you do well to disappear too.
-I would say that you should listen to my proposal.
-I would say that I have no time.
-I repeat that suits you. Listen to me. That made me menacingly
blood boil. I would have strangled him with my hands, they 'immediately. Then instead decided to listen to him.
-We know of your business. You're good. Very good. For a bit 'of time, you have also been chasing. Then we decided it was better to let them do what they wanted. Basically anything else that you did not play our game. The more you attack a police station, plus we had an excuse to increase our presence in the area. A base blown up? Three new bases nearby. Was great. Why put a spoke in the wheel? Then you started to aim higher. Instead of continuing to hit military and special forces you have a swelled head and you started with politicians. Then the financiers, multinationals ... you know, we had to give you the strength to start hunting ... and now I'll show you something.
opens his bag and pulls out a set of sheets.
-View these listings? Check it out.
take two or three sheets and start reading. Then I take another. And then another.
-We are all - me - You see? There are just all people in your organization. Foundations, donors, supporters. But even addresses, names of family members ...
-OK, enough - I'm like, The iron between the eyes - do not scare me with this stuff. You know that if you destroy our organization in two months we have a new resilient and proven ready to go into action. Do not fool me. No sir. Tell me is there something in your proposal, do not tell me you made me lose all this time to no avail ...
- Play Yes. Now comes the fun. We could continue the war to us, go the next ten years to make us jump into the air. But should we? You are old now, Kustor. Will you stop doing the idealist? The Don Quixote of my boots? You know what it's about the future? It speaks of a hunger for oil, a hunger for energy. The people of Earth are completely dependent on oil and natural gas. It will be even more in coming years. They will pay any price. Gold, diamonds ... will not be worth anything. Oil, oil ... it is called just that, from now on. We do not want that in ten years the Russians and the Arabs Comandini the world. And we are organizing to resist this dominance.
The discussion was taking a different turn. I put the iron in his pocket.
-Easy. Come on to take the oil where it is. Westernized and moderate Arab countries, there's no way. They are powerful, well-organized. Become our enemies, in a few years. Come on in Islamic countries. They are backward countries, where who is stronger is the master. There are social organizations, governmental structures, nothing. Only a mass of tribes that they should slaughter one another. Go there 'and we take the oil.
"But you take me for a ride? How will you take the oil?
- What the whole world already knows is that they were Muslims, who have bases of terrorism and unconventional weapons, although it has never been true. But not enough to justify an invasion. An invasion coast. Thousands of soldiers, ships, planes ... we should be attacked, to react in that way ... well, this is your job, Kustor.
What I must tell you - he said at last Kustor, extinguishing a cigarette on the marble - I did a good job. I do not regret. I designed a ghostly attack. I gave all the indications and Frank Wise ran the homework. Three thousand dead? Maybe they were just so '... this is one of the few things that have come from the news ... but the funniest thing was seeing the face of the head of that terrorist organization which invented the fake CIA. What a laugh, to see that stupid face with a white beard. Every so often comes out on television and threatens the world from its mountains. Lives mountain, like Heidi, in an area no bigger than a small European country. Three hundred Marines, plus a multinational army was not able to find it. Indeed, once we were about to take fled in motion. Come on ...
Kustor laughed heartily. I must say I was not very funny. I did not know how or when, but I knew it would happen somewhere else, before I could get out of there.
- Now you know everything. But I do not trust you, Mike. You're too smart. A friend like you do not want it. Imagine an enemy.
As she said Kustor nodded his head to one of the men holding my arms behind my back. A shooting pain went through my neck.
The last thing I saw was my body piled on the floor like an empty bag, covered by the blood that flowed from under the mouth. 
-Business. Strictly Business.
Kustor's voice paused. He lit a Gitanes and began to tell.
-The world has changed, Mike. When we started we were idealists, we fought thinking that one day we could build a better world, a place without wars, without rich and poor. We used the war to the things that we did not like. And so I did for years. Then one day comes a little man. A bank employee, at first sight. Frank sent me
-Wise.
-Ah. And we feel a bit '. What would Frank Wise from me?
-We need to talk business.
-Nothing to do - I'm like - people like you I will plant a bomb under your butt and make them disappear. Whatever you want me to say I do not care. In fact, you do well to disappear too.
-I would say that you should listen to my proposal.
-I would say that I have no time.
-I repeat that suits you. Listen to me. That made me menacingly
blood boil. I would have strangled him with my hands, they 'immediately. Then instead decided to listen to him.
-We know of your business. You're good. Very good. For a bit 'of time, you have also been chasing. Then we decided it was better to let them do what they wanted. Basically anything else that you did not play our game. The more you attack a police station, plus we had an excuse to increase our presence in the area. A base blown up? Three new bases nearby. Was great. Why put a spoke in the wheel? Then you started to aim higher. Instead of continuing to hit military and special forces you have a swelled head and you started with politicians. Then the financiers, multinationals ... you know, we had to give you the strength to start hunting ... and now I'll show you something.
opens his bag and pulls out a set of sheets.
-View these listings? Check it out.
take two or three sheets and start reading. Then I take another. And then another.
-We are all - me - You see? There are just all people in your organization. Foundations, donors, supporters. But even addresses, names of family members ...
-OK, enough - I'm like, The iron between the eyes - do not scare me with this stuff. You know that if you destroy our organization in two months we have a new resilient and proven ready to go into action. Do not fool me. No sir. Tell me is there something in your proposal, do not tell me you made me lose all this time to no avail ...
- Play Yes. Now comes the fun. We could continue the war to us, go the next ten years to make us jump into the air. But should we? You are old now, Kustor. Will you stop doing the idealist? The Don Quixote of my boots? You know what it's about the future? It speaks of a hunger for oil, a hunger for energy. The people of Earth are completely dependent on oil and natural gas. It will be even more in coming years. They will pay any price. Gold, diamonds ... will not be worth anything. Oil, oil ... it is called just that, from now on. We do not want that in ten years the Russians and the Arabs Comandini the world. And we are organizing to resist this dominance.
The discussion was taking a different turn. I put the iron in his pocket.
-Easy. Come on to take the oil where it is. Westernized and moderate Arab countries, there's no way. They are powerful, well-organized. Become our enemies, in a few years. Come on in Islamic countries. They are backward countries, where who is stronger is the master. There are social organizations, governmental structures, nothing. Only a mass of tribes that they should slaughter one another. Go there 'and we take the oil.
"But you take me for a ride? How will you take the oil?
- What the whole world already knows is that they were Muslims, who have bases of terrorism and unconventional weapons, although it has never been true. But not enough to justify an invasion. An invasion coast. Thousands of soldiers, ships, planes ... we should be attacked, to react in that way ... well, this is your job, Kustor.
What I must tell you - he said at last Kustor, extinguishing a cigarette on the marble - I did a good job. I do not regret. I designed a ghostly attack. I gave all the indications and Frank Wise ran the homework. Three thousand dead? Maybe they were just so '... this is one of the few things that have come from the news ... but the funniest thing was seeing the face of the head of that terrorist organization which invented the fake CIA. What a laugh, to see that stupid face with a white beard. Every so often comes out on television and threatens the world from its mountains. Lives mountain, like Heidi, in an area no bigger than a small European country. Three hundred Marines, plus a multinational army was not able to find it. Indeed, once we were about to take fled in motion. Come on ...
Kustor laughed heartily. I must say I was not very funny. I did not know how or when, but I knew it would happen somewhere else, before I could get out of there.
- Now you know everything. But I do not trust you, Mike. You're too smart. A friend like you do not want it. Imagine an enemy.
As she said Kustor nodded his head to one of the men holding my arms behind my back. A shooting pain went through my neck.
The last thing I saw was my body piled on the floor like an empty bag, covered by the blood that flowed from under the mouth.
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What are you looking at? You have a guilty conscience?
Rights. You do not understand anything. You look at me with those pleading eyes and I ask questions as if I could answer.
- What's your name?
- Are you hungry?
- Why are you angry with me?
Never mind, I have my reasons to be pissed.
eye And then, I'm not a stray, one of those dogs dirty and ugly that you see on the street.
I'm in a big house with a huge garden. A kennel with all the comforts, lunch and dinner with wind window, and when I'm hot I threw in and it seems the air conditioning. Then, in the afternoon, Mark and Alex make me run to take the stick. Still further, and I run. Faster and faster, and I always faster.
and then play football. They make me a pass at mid-height and I make a leap to take it with the muzzle. Shot of muzzle, they call the children.
- Dick run, there's the cat!
And I'm running and I do miss. Mica I've got fear, I will. Once there were three, I chased until they fled and never returned.
I am the master of the garden, absolutely! The morning passes Andrea, out there by the fence. - Hello Dick - he tells me and I bark twice. They taught me a healthy way. Then he gets the gate of the kitchen and the lady throws me something the night before. High-grade stuff. And every morning, not stories!
And when the boss comes out? I put close to the machine and wait for him to say goodbye. Only wag, because he hates it when I put in the machine.
Not to mention when I put on my pants legs to play. The time I tried I was kicked in the stomach I threw up green for two days. Now I know, do not take more beatings.
Strange, you're just weird, you humans. This morning my boss was ten minutes crying like a baby for me get in the car.
not hear the end I decided to go up. But instead of making me go up front with him, as I expected after that skit, I opened the trunk to make me put on a black nylon bag and sticky. But if you really want to be with me, put me so far that you need to talk to me scream louder the stereo? But look what kind.
He continued to scream, and I on that nylon, with the smell of lavender that I hate. And here's Dick, and Dick there, I said we were going to the lake, in a fantastic place. We arrived and made me get off.
I was not even shown a bit 'of the lake that I did:
- Dick, let's see if you get this!
and gave me a wood farther than I had ever seen before.
Oh yeah? Now I'll show you how long it takes, I thought. I got a rocket and came back fast.
But where are you? But what goes away is your car?
Rights. But how? You did not want the stick? I run at full speed to catch it and then you go away?
So I put down the stick and waited. I waited. Until you came along!
soon as I saw it I understood everything that has happened. It 'not your fault, surely. I play there the collar.
I was going to take my stick and you and my master did you even put you to play a piece of wood. You have pulled him away, so 'far that my boss had to run in the car to take andartelo.
Come on, I went, I know it's a game. Sometimes you make a shot too strong. Look, even I stop barking.
play together. Got a ball? I'll show my face shot!
Come on, wait here with me. I know him well, my lord. Sooner or later comes back, you'll see. 
What are you looking at? You have a guilty conscience?
Rights. You do not understand anything. You look at me with those pleading eyes and I ask questions as if I could answer.
- What's your name?
- Are you hungry?
- Why are you angry with me?
Never mind, I have my reasons to be pissed.
eye And then, I'm not a stray, one of those dogs dirty and ugly that you see on the street.
I'm in a big house with a huge garden. A kennel with all the comforts, lunch and dinner with wind window, and when I'm hot I threw in and it seems the air conditioning. Then, in the afternoon, Mark and Alex make me run to take the stick. Still further, and I run. Faster and faster, and I always faster.
and then play football. They make me a pass at mid-height and I make a leap to take it with the muzzle. Shot of muzzle, they call the children.
- Dick run, there's the cat!
And I'm running and I do miss. Mica I've got fear, I will. Once there were three, I chased until they fled and never returned.
I am the master of the garden, absolutely! The morning passes Andrea, out there by the fence. - Hello Dick - he tells me and I bark twice. They taught me a healthy way. Then he gets the gate of the kitchen and the lady throws me something the night before. High-grade stuff. And every morning, not stories!
And when the boss comes out? I put close to the machine and wait for him to say goodbye. Only wag, because he hates it when I put in the machine.
Not to mention when I put on my pants legs to play. The time I tried I was kicked in the stomach I threw up green for two days. Now I know, do not take more beatings.
Strange, you're just weird, you humans. This morning my boss was ten minutes crying like a baby for me get in the car.
not hear the end I decided to go up. But instead of making me go up front with him, as I expected after that skit, I opened the trunk to make me put on a black nylon bag and sticky. But if you really want to be with me, put me so far that you need to talk to me scream louder the stereo? But look what kind.
He continued to scream, and I on that nylon, with the smell of lavender that I hate. And here's Dick, and Dick there, I said we were going to the lake, in a fantastic place. We arrived and made me get off.
I was not even shown a bit 'of the lake that I did:
- Dick, let's see if you get this!
and gave me a wood farther than I had ever seen before.
Oh yeah? Now I'll show you how long it takes, I thought. I got a rocket and came back fast.
But where are you? But what goes away is your car?
Rights. But how? You did not want the stick? I run at full speed to catch it and then you go away?
So I put down the stick and waited. I waited. Until you came along!
soon as I saw it I understood everything that has happened. It 'not your fault, surely. I play there the collar.
I was going to take my stick and you and my master did you even put you to play a piece of wood. You have pulled him away, so 'far that my boss had to run in the car to take andartelo.
Come on, I went, I know it's a game. Sometimes you make a shot too strong. Look, even I stop barking.
play together. Got a ball? I'll show my face shot!
Come on, wait here with me. I know him well, my lord. Sooner or later comes back, you'll see.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Mandap Cost Toronto Blog
and after the pair of chairs was the coffee table, bbq, libraries, PC with internet and TV, and that at this time assomogliava a holiday home started to become the place to go after work or where invite friends to dinner.
and now makes a little 'cold outside air can no longer eat,
starting to grow basil, parsley and other plants that I had made,
that when I get home is dark and raining and maybe just as I am walking with two huge shopping bags,
now, I knew I had found a place to call home .
Thursday, September 18, 2008
How To Clean Mudd Boots
My life on the edge of casino Wall Street Small
read this article. Very instructive, I think. From the Republic of
today
http://www.repubblica.it/2008/09/sezioni/economia/borse-7/scatola-broker/scatola-broker.html
Hello
Piero 
read this article. Very instructive, I think. From the Republic of
today
http://www.repubblica.it/2008/09/sezioni/economia/borse-7/scatola-broker/scatola-broker.html
Hello
Piero
Monday, September 15, 2008
Does Ross Sell Fake Jansports?
moody
When the sky trying to melt,
were engulfed in heavy clouds,
circles that make us turn to the head,
like tops in the hands of infants .
You came back, the moon shining above us show
by sinuous movements,
hiding in alternate states of mind,
devouring us dreamers thoughts.
were engulfed in heavy clouds,
circles that make us turn to the head,
like tops in the hands of infants .
You came back, the moon shining above us show
by sinuous movements,
hiding in alternate states of mind,
devouring us dreamers thoughts.
wanders in the sky, have attracted
seas with attractive sweetness
did you hide in our shadow,
offering splendid reflections of beauty.
But now the dark clouds,
curtain hides you,
creating a wall between us,
that without looking, gap becomes.
seas with attractive sweetness
did you hide in our shadow,
offering splendid reflections of beauty.
But now the dark clouds,
curtain hides you,
creating a wall between us,
that without looking, gap becomes.
dave-
Friday, September 12, 2008
Snowmobile Can You Rebuild Crankshaft At Home
writers grow ...
And so came the time of the first review as I'm concerned ...
http://www.parvapolis.it/page.php?id=41361
Well? Celebrating or not? Meanwhile, thanks to Nadia Turrell! Hello
Piero 
And so came the time of the first review as I'm concerned ...
http://www.parvapolis.it/page.php?id=41361
Well? Celebrating or not? Meanwhile, thanks to Nadia Turrell! Hello
Piero
Friday, August 29, 2008
Put A Camera On An Rc Helicopter
The Duke and the A-Zine
Friday. I take a transparent folder and put us in the twenty-Zine A printed and prepared during the lunch break. Nothing fancy watches and come in a backpack and walked toward the parking lot.
a tiring day, as I often lately. They're out of the way, not a joke. A young lady with high hopes, came from nowhere and do not know how, I gradually replacing. From the first day I I knew that view would be my substitute. But today I'm not going down. I pay the same, but it is hard to swallow all this shit. It 's hard.
I go back home. The forty kilometers pass slowly, with Sanborn that caress my depression with his sax. Before arriving, I jump in LatinaFiori, the mall megagalattico. I want to see people. Maybe put some A-Zine.
car park and take the second floor, around in front of the McDonald and I put into the record store. I want to leave here a few A-Zine. I do a lap in the classroom and find a CD I was looking for a long time. Ziggy Stardust.
It 's what it takes me today. And I put this disc in my sadness crogiolerò way home. I have to suffer alone.
I have ten cents in change. She apologizes and fly at the speed of light in a nearby store. I do not even have time to say there was no point. Back to breath and those inutilissimi dime. I do not think the case to leave here A-Zine. E 'asking for a little' too.
thank, salute and go to the conveyor belt. I go down and I start at the bottom, where there is a beautiful wood cabinet, with the engine inside. I pull out the little packet with the A-Zine and interspersed with indifference on the wood. Then I walk away and I applied to see what happens.
I knew it. This place is so perfect that the A-Zine attract the attention of passers-by as a flower arrangement. People stop to take the tape for a few seconds. Women are the most curious, most noticeable libbricini those beautiful colors. The men, needless to say. Unless someone is watching or walking in the air. Some
woman reaches out and begins to turn over in his fingers and browse the wonder, even tugged a few husband / partner / boyfriend who makes a face as if to say "What you put in FFA, which namo ciavemo haste" . But their hard, put the A-Zine in my bag and keep for later.
An elderly couple stops and looks carefully those curious drawings of boats and watches. They too will turn over in his fingers, they look and nod. Twenty minutes
watch and the people are satisfied. A dozen A-Zine took flight.
I almost feel better. I can go.
got into the car, put the Duke in the drive and childbirth. A few minutes and a white car with the windows down turn the streets of Latin America. Driving, a balding man, who sang.
Who would have thought that the A-Zine and the Duke would have the power to make me forget a day like this?
"Starman waiting in the sky ... ..." 
Friday. I take a transparent folder and put us in the twenty-Zine A printed and prepared during the lunch break. Nothing fancy watches and come in a backpack and walked toward the parking lot.
a tiring day, as I often lately. They're out of the way, not a joke. A young lady with high hopes, came from nowhere and do not know how, I gradually replacing. From the first day I I knew that view would be my substitute. But today I'm not going down. I pay the same, but it is hard to swallow all this shit. It 's hard.
I go back home. The forty kilometers pass slowly, with Sanborn that caress my depression with his sax. Before arriving, I jump in LatinaFiori, the mall megagalattico. I want to see people. Maybe put some A-Zine.
car park and take the second floor, around in front of the McDonald and I put into the record store. I want to leave here a few A-Zine. I do a lap in the classroom and find a CD I was looking for a long time. Ziggy Stardust.
It 's what it takes me today. And I put this disc in my sadness crogiolerò way home. I have to suffer alone.
I have ten cents in change. She apologizes and fly at the speed of light in a nearby store. I do not even have time to say there was no point. Back to breath and those inutilissimi dime. I do not think the case to leave here A-Zine. E 'asking for a little' too.
thank, salute and go to the conveyor belt. I go down and I start at the bottom, where there is a beautiful wood cabinet, with the engine inside. I pull out the little packet with the A-Zine and interspersed with indifference on the wood. Then I walk away and I applied to see what happens.
I knew it. This place is so perfect that the A-Zine attract the attention of passers-by as a flower arrangement. People stop to take the tape for a few seconds. Women are the most curious, most noticeable libbricini those beautiful colors. The men, needless to say. Unless someone is watching or walking in the air. Some
woman reaches out and begins to turn over in his fingers and browse the wonder, even tugged a few husband / partner / boyfriend who makes a face as if to say "What you put in FFA, which namo ciavemo haste" . But their hard, put the A-Zine in my bag and keep for later.
An elderly couple stops and looks carefully those curious drawings of boats and watches. They too will turn over in his fingers, they look and nod. Twenty minutes
watch and the people are satisfied. A dozen A-Zine took flight.
I almost feel better. I can go.
got into the car, put the Duke in the drive and childbirth. A few minutes and a white car with the windows down turn the streets of Latin America. Driving, a balding man, who sang.
Who would have thought that the A-Zine and the Duke would have the power to make me forget a day like this?
"Starman waiting in the sky ... ..."
Monday, August 25, 2008
Mountain Blade Pc Game
"Clocks" - A-Zine for August 2008 on the site of Asimov.
How do I explain in two words what is the competition A-Zine? Can not do better than Cristiano Luigi Bruno, better known around the web as "Remote", which Asimov on the site. describes it as follows:
A-Zine The competition is a competition that the Association ASIMOV. arranges for members: Tales
winners will be printed in a simple A4 sheet. That
A4 paper, folded in a certain way, it will produce a kind of book that fits easily into a pocket
, and does not require binding.
Our dream is this: if each of us
download the winning story in A-Zine format that will be manufactured from drafting and
containing the story of the month and is being prepared at least 10 copies
scattering them around, giving the libraries, the passers-by, abandoning
trams, we would get something that there has ever seen.
Writers ASIMOV. are in motion and so are their stories.
In practice this will take place that is NOT the Net in real life and real life
takes readers to the Web This is because the A-Zine is an invitation to those who would gather
to join us here in the portal ASIMOV., to register and tell us where they found it.
The A-Zine is the calling card of the Association, are the measure of quality than
writing, we are in many places at the same time, according quietly on the couch.
(the brainchild of Louis Bruno Cristiano)
... all to say that " Watches "is the A-Zine for August 2008.
Hello
Piero 
How do I explain in two words what is the competition A-Zine? Can not do better than Cristiano Luigi Bruno, better known around the web as "Remote", which Asimov on the site. describes it as follows:
A-Zine The competition is a competition that the Association ASIMOV. arranges for members: Tales
winners will be printed in a simple A4 sheet. That
A4 paper, folded in a certain way, it will produce a kind of book that fits easily into a pocket
, and does not require binding.
Our dream is this: if each of us
download the winning story in A-Zine format that will be manufactured from drafting and
containing the story of the month and is being prepared at least 10 copies
scattering them around, giving the libraries, the passers-by, abandoning
trams, we would get something that there has ever seen.
Writers ASIMOV. are in motion and so are their stories.
In practice this will take place that is NOT the Net in real life and real life
takes readers to the Web This is because the A-Zine is an invitation to those who would gather
to join us here in the portal ASIMOV., to register and tell us where they found it.
The A-Zine is the calling card of the Association, are the measure of quality than
writing, we are in many places at the same time, according quietly on the couch.
(the brainchild of Louis Bruno Cristiano)
... all to say that " Watches "is the A-Zine for August 2008.
Hello
Piero
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Tale - Watches *
- Watch this! Is not it wonderful?
- I like that.
- I knew it! Look, you do not put ideas in your head that this collection is strictly personal. ... Rather
Erika threw himself passionately on the lips of Matthew, stick his tongue in the throat.
- Erikaaaa! Soon you eat! - cried a voice from the kitchen.
- here we come! - she replied after being removed mechanically, leaving Matthew hormones in an uproar.
- not that he cared to make you come to dinner - she said softly - but you know, my father is. If I go out with a guy wants to know. Torments me!
- No problem. And then your father seems an all right, I've seen before ...
- Yes, in the end ... - Erika pounced on him again, resuming the conversation. He went to the counter, put your hands under the sweater. As he was about to touch the heaven, Erika withdrew.
- Wait! Are you crazy? If it enters my father is able to get sliced! - She said, composing.
While Matthew was wondering how he could lawfully calm the herd of rhinos triggered by Erika, she took another piece from his large collection and gave it to him.
- Look at this! The last arrived. This the model used the skydivers, if you push here becomes an altimeter!
- Bello. The strap is then great! - Matthew tried to find somewhere a little bit of interest.
- And yours? Shows! - Erika took Matthew's wrist and pulled him firmly towards you. Matthew smiled. The vehemence of
Erika did nothing but excite him even more.
- But this is different from what you had the other day.
- Yes, I bought it this morning. It 's the first time I buy a watch from sub - he said, knowing full well that the passion of her, she was in possession.
- What colors! - She said, continuing to turn and turning the wrist. Then he took to kiss the forearm, biceps, gradually climbing up to the neck.
When was the moment of the mouth, the call came from behind the door.
- Boys! 'S ready!
- We come now! - And then turned to Matthew, in his ear - after my dinner go to bed early. We stay to watch television on the couch ...
did not have time to finish the sentence that took her earlobe between his lips, sighing. Matthew thought that that was the longest dinner of his life.
Hand in hand, came in the room, where they found the table laid and sat on both. Matt had noticed that the room door behind us and what made him uneasy. But the thought of all hung over after dinner.
- Taste this wine, it does my grandfather is very good - Erika said, filling his glass of Matthew - I have not ever had one like that!
- however little - and took the crystal goblet to his mouth. The wine was very strong and had a slight almond flavor that made it enjoyable.
Chatting with Erika, Matthew gradually drank the whole cup. After a few minutes while they sat the brother of Erika and her mother, Matt began to sweat. He talked and sweated.
He realized it was better to give a refreshed, but my legs did not respond. Panicked.
- Erika, accompany me to the bathroom. I'm hurt! - Said softly.
- Do not worry, the wine is very strong.
- But ...
fainted in his chair.
Dad emerged from the door with a container in hand.
- Before I - Erika said, opening the container.
pulled a knife and took the arm of Matthew. Put it on the table and slices of equity.
- This watch was missing his own, to my collection! - Said triumphantly, while dad, a surgeon cut, clean off the head of Matthew and handed it to his wife for dinner.
* winner of the A-Zine for August 2008 on Asimov. 
- Watch this! Is not it wonderful?
- I like that.
- I knew it! Look, you do not put ideas in your head that this collection is strictly personal. ... Rather
Erika threw himself passionately on the lips of Matthew, stick his tongue in the throat.
- Erikaaaa! Soon you eat! - cried a voice from the kitchen.
- here we come! - she replied after being removed mechanically, leaving Matthew hormones in an uproar.
- not that he cared to make you come to dinner - she said softly - but you know, my father is. If I go out with a guy wants to know. Torments me!
- No problem. And then your father seems an all right, I've seen before ...
- Yes, in the end ... - Erika pounced on him again, resuming the conversation. He went to the counter, put your hands under the sweater. As he was about to touch the heaven, Erika withdrew.
- Wait! Are you crazy? If it enters my father is able to get sliced! - She said, composing.
While Matthew was wondering how he could lawfully calm the herd of rhinos triggered by Erika, she took another piece from his large collection and gave it to him.
- Look at this! The last arrived. This the model used the skydivers, if you push here becomes an altimeter!
- Bello. The strap is then great! - Matthew tried to find somewhere a little bit of interest.
- And yours? Shows! - Erika took Matthew's wrist and pulled him firmly towards you. Matthew smiled. The vehemence of
Erika did nothing but excite him even more.
- But this is different from what you had the other day.
- Yes, I bought it this morning. It 's the first time I buy a watch from sub - he said, knowing full well that the passion of her, she was in possession.
- What colors! - She said, continuing to turn and turning the wrist. Then he took to kiss the forearm, biceps, gradually climbing up to the neck.
When was the moment of the mouth, the call came from behind the door.
- Boys! 'S ready!
- We come now! - And then turned to Matthew, in his ear - after my dinner go to bed early. We stay to watch television on the couch ...
did not have time to finish the sentence that took her earlobe between his lips, sighing. Matthew thought that that was the longest dinner of his life.
Hand in hand, came in the room, where they found the table laid and sat on both. Matt had noticed that the room door behind us and what made him uneasy. But the thought of all hung over after dinner.
- Taste this wine, it does my grandfather is very good - Erika said, filling his glass of Matthew - I have not ever had one like that!
- however little - and took the crystal goblet to his mouth. The wine was very strong and had a slight almond flavor that made it enjoyable.
Chatting with Erika, Matthew gradually drank the whole cup. After a few minutes while they sat the brother of Erika and her mother, Matt began to sweat. He talked and sweated.
He realized it was better to give a refreshed, but my legs did not respond. Panicked.
- Erika, accompany me to the bathroom. I'm hurt! - Said softly.
- Do not worry, the wine is very strong.
- But ...
fainted in his chair.
Dad emerged from the door with a container in hand.
- Before I - Erika said, opening the container.
pulled a knife and took the arm of Matthew. Put it on the table and slices of equity.
- This watch was missing his own, to my collection! - Said triumphantly, while dad, a surgeon cut, clean off the head of Matthew and handed it to his wife for dinner.
* winner of the A-Zine for August 2008 on Asimov.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Stores In Dubai To St.dalfour Cream
deja-vu in the festival
flock to a festival of street artists of the largest in Italy we will be there
you expect! 
flock to a festival of street artists of the largest in Italy we will be there
you expect!
Monday, August 18, 2008
Swollen Knee Driving Car
Racism Bertold Brecht
"First they came for the gypsies
and I was happy, because stealing.
Then they came for the Jews
and I said nothing because I was being disagreeable.
Then they came for the homosexuals,
and I was relieved, because I was annoying.
Then they came for the Communists,
and I said nothing because I was not a Communist.
One day they came for me,
and there was nobody left to protest. "
Bertold Brecht 
"First they came for the gypsies
and I was happy, because stealing.
Then they came for the Jews
and I said nothing because I was being disagreeable.
Then they came for the homosexuals,
and I was relieved, because I was annoying.
Then they came for the Communists,
and I said nothing because I was not a Communist.
One day they came for me,
and there was nobody left to protest. "
Bertold Brecht
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Stomach Noises When I Lay Down
house a couple of chairs
and after only 10 days a month and I paid him five minutes ago I was able to serve the Internet in the new house, after three modem changed, wrong passwords and blablabla, holidays and finite end and blah blah.
few days ago but while I was without internet so I could devote to other chores learn to cook something like that then you can invite people to dinner, but find that too many people for dinner then it means too many dishes to wash, realize that unless I learn to do the laundry in a while will be pain, etc.. etc. reflected in an afternoon of idle rich here in my beautiful yard, wondering what price I was willing to pay to make it even richer my meriato holiday rest in that of my new house. a deck chair was missing for hours because I was still suspended between two chairs, white plastic looking for scraps of shade in a fairly unstable position.
the answer I found after a little shop of Portaportese: uri € 37 for a white sun cream equal to the one I had as a child, one that in theory one hopes that last ten years also if in reality you never know.
I bought two.
uri € 75 invested in leisure and comfort, with the highest priority over other matters like secondary finish the move, buy a modem or bring your furniture.
a couple of chairs to rest was better the first thing I bought the new house.
But heed me, the evening here on these chairs is truly from God. 
and after only 10 days a month and I paid him five minutes ago I was able to serve the Internet in the new house, after three modem changed, wrong passwords and blablabla, holidays and finite end and blah blah.
few days ago but while I was without internet so I could devote to other chores learn to cook something like that then you can invite people to dinner, but find that too many people for dinner then it means too many dishes to wash, realize that unless I learn to do the laundry in a while will be pain, etc.. etc. reflected in an afternoon of idle rich here in my beautiful yard, wondering what price I was willing to pay to make it even richer my meriato holiday rest in that of my new house. a deck chair was missing for hours because I was still suspended between two chairs, white plastic looking for scraps of shade in a fairly unstable position.
the answer I found after a little shop of Portaportese: uri € 37 for a white sun cream equal to the one I had as a child, one that in theory one hopes that last ten years also if in reality you never know.
I bought two.
uri € 75 invested in leisure and comfort, with the highest priority over other matters like secondary finish the move, buy a modem or bring your furniture.
a couple of chairs to rest was better the first thing I bought the new house.
But heed me, the evening here on these chairs is truly from God.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Do They Have A Hollister In Woodbury ?
The second lot of Circeo
He has always talked a little. But the mafia has infiltrated the province of Latina in years. I found this service on the site of TG LA 7 and is good to know these things, as the town of Sabaudia fine those who park on the dune, while closing their eyes to other situations.
Hello
Piero 
He has always talked a little. But the mafia has infiltrated the province of Latina in years. I found this service on the site of TG LA 7 and is good to know these things, as the town of Sabaudia fine those who park on the dune, while closing their eyes to other situations.
Hello
Piero
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Can You Rub Cocaine On Gum And Get High
go charlie, surf!
is a bit that I do not write, I'm slowly unlearn how to organize a speech linear ones that people will understand. say that the secret is not to digress. a speech at a time.
anyway, I eventually found a place that will be my home for the next time to time indereminato. in that the pigneto, heterogeneous district than that 50 years ago were the suburbs of Pasolini and places which today are a little fashionable. where you go walk around and breathe the air of San Lorenzo surrounded by low houses that both recall garbatella. and also that I I modestly do not miss anything, I've my little cottage low, complete with a small courtyard and lemon tree and coffee table to invite friends.
actress friend as roommate, as neighbors on one side a bizarre Milanese photographer who goes around with a white vespetta wrote "belle and sebastien, other an Australian priest who as an elderly woman with a perpetual sari.
these are the essential info for the start-up:
to turn on the washing machine if you turn off the water heater within Zompa light and even the priest breaks the neon on the tabernacle.
parking the car there, but it's better to walk around, at most bike. The Indian / food / internet-point down the street from the peroni the big one euro and a half ago. 
is a bit that I do not write, I'm slowly unlearn how to organize a speech linear ones that people will understand. say that the secret is not to digress. a speech at a time.
anyway, I eventually found a place that will be my home for the next time to time indereminato. in that the pigneto, heterogeneous district than that 50 years ago were the suburbs of Pasolini and places which today are a little fashionable. where you go walk around and breathe the air of San Lorenzo surrounded by low houses that both recall garbatella. and also that I I modestly do not miss anything, I've my little cottage low, complete with a small courtyard and lemon tree and coffee table to invite friends.
actress friend as roommate, as neighbors on one side a bizarre Milanese photographer who goes around with a white vespetta wrote "belle and sebastien, other an Australian priest who as an elderly woman with a perpetual sari.
these are the essential info for the start-up:
to turn on the washing machine if you turn off the water heater within Zompa light and even the priest breaks the neon on the tabernacle.
parking the car there, but it's better to walk around, at most bike. The Indian / food / internet-point down the street from the peroni the big one euro and a half ago.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Digital Playground Coupon Discounts
Story - My friend Green
Where did I put the keys? Ah, here they are. Home at last.
I open the door and put his backpack. Mamma mia, what a weariness! First of all, I stand here on the couch to see me a bit 'of CSI.
Oh, but what time is it? I fell asleep. Ten! But as the ten! Two hours sleep and I have not even had dinner. At eleven I go to get Ferruccio. It 's time to move.
reached for the remote control. I put my fingers on the keys and it is as if you took the shock. But what is it? A joke?
Am careful where I put my hand. The channel buttons are the size of a one euro coin.
Instinctively I spread my arm forward. The buttoned cuffs dangling in space, beyond the outstretched fingers of the hand.
What's going on?
jumping off the couch and I have to run, but tripped over his shoes and pants, trapped by the clothing.
I hardly free from the tangle and go out stark naked. I look around. The chair of the hall is as tall as me.
Ok, ok. Quiet. I'm dreaming. Must have been those pasticchine yellow Mara gave me as antihistamine. Knowing his habits, who knows what has given me.
The phone rings. I reach the top, above the table and take the PS. It 'very heavy and I have to hold with both hands. I support the ear and the microphone I end up at chest level.
other side of the phone I hear the voice of my mother.
- Pronto! Toni! Pronto! Can you hear me!
- Yes Mom, I'm here. I'm fine.
Mom hangs up. Did not hear me.
began to have doubts that it is a dream. Why have so 'so cold? I do not remember a dream in which hi suffered from the cold.
Calm. There must be an explanation for all this. We have things in order. What happened to me lately? Let's see. The gypsy
. That damned when she was begging so I pushed the 'strong enough to drop it. I wonder what he told me when I bet your hand on me and rant against those obscure words ...
Come on! But what I'm thinking! Of course it's a dream. Now I kick the chair and I wake up. Simply. And I will wake up sitting on the couch with my little remote side.
Ok. One, two, three.
Ouch. Ahhh ... that bad! But that came to my mind to kick the chair. Now I am a dwarf with an excruciating pain in the foot. Help
. HELP!
out of here. GO!
I run to the door. I try to escape. Now I do not get even more to handle. I go there. Nothing to do.
I have to leave. I try to take a chair to stand on it. I can not move it.
No. Noooooo!
I sit back down and support the radiator. I hear a hum. I look up. A pet
fluttering around the ceiling light. Are drawing a spiral and descend slowly downward.
is falling towards me.
The buzz is getting louder.
now vicinisimo. I put my arms in front of the eyes, not to see what is going to happen.
Silence.
I feel a tickle on my leg. I open my eyes.
A bug as big as a cat is walking on my leg.
Street. Via. Kicked desperately to break free and run away somewhere.
Nothing. Does not come off. And 'as if it were tattooed on his leg.
and salt. Now I came on her stomach. Provo to remove by hand. Nothing. A strong smell rises to my nostrils. I feel sick.
I put my arms on the side to protect me. I feel walking on the arm and forearm. Then nothing.
resist. I will not open his eyes. I'm suffocating fear.
I hear something that creeps into my arms and face. For how much force to put us, I can not resist. No. Noooo! I
arms locked across his chest. Something sticky takes my right eyelid. I hold her to death, screaming like crazy.
I can not resist. I open my eyes.
A tiny mouth open, emitting a hissing sound. 
Where did I put the keys? Ah, here they are. Home at last.
I open the door and put his backpack. Mamma mia, what a weariness! First of all, I stand here on the couch to see me a bit 'of CSI.
Oh, but what time is it? I fell asleep. Ten! But as the ten! Two hours sleep and I have not even had dinner. At eleven I go to get Ferruccio. It 's time to move.
reached for the remote control. I put my fingers on the keys and it is as if you took the shock. But what is it? A joke?
Am careful where I put my hand. The channel buttons are the size of a one euro coin.
Instinctively I spread my arm forward. The buttoned cuffs dangling in space, beyond the outstretched fingers of the hand.
What's going on?
jumping off the couch and I have to run, but tripped over his shoes and pants, trapped by the clothing.
I hardly free from the tangle and go out stark naked. I look around. The chair of the hall is as tall as me.
Ok, ok. Quiet. I'm dreaming. Must have been those pasticchine yellow Mara gave me as antihistamine. Knowing his habits, who knows what has given me.
The phone rings. I reach the top, above the table and take the PS. It 'very heavy and I have to hold with both hands. I support the ear and the microphone I end up at chest level.
other side of the phone I hear the voice of my mother.
- Pronto! Toni! Pronto! Can you hear me!
- Yes Mom, I'm here. I'm fine.
Mom hangs up. Did not hear me.
began to have doubts that it is a dream. Why have so 'so cold? I do not remember a dream in which hi suffered from the cold.
Calm. There must be an explanation for all this. We have things in order. What happened to me lately? Let's see. The gypsy
. That damned when she was begging so I pushed the 'strong enough to drop it. I wonder what he told me when I bet your hand on me and rant against those obscure words ...
Come on! But what I'm thinking! Of course it's a dream. Now I kick the chair and I wake up. Simply. And I will wake up sitting on the couch with my little remote side.
Ok. One, two, three.
Ouch. Ahhh ... that bad! But that came to my mind to kick the chair. Now I am a dwarf with an excruciating pain in the foot. Help
. HELP!
out of here. GO!
I run to the door. I try to escape. Now I do not get even more to handle. I go there. Nothing to do.
I have to leave. I try to take a chair to stand on it. I can not move it.
No. Noooooo!
I sit back down and support the radiator. I hear a hum. I look up. A pet
fluttering around the ceiling light. Are drawing a spiral and descend slowly downward.
is falling towards me.
The buzz is getting louder.
now vicinisimo. I put my arms in front of the eyes, not to see what is going to happen.
Silence.
I feel a tickle on my leg. I open my eyes.
A bug as big as a cat is walking on my leg.
Street. Via. Kicked desperately to break free and run away somewhere.
Nothing. Does not come off. And 'as if it were tattooed on his leg.
and salt. Now I came on her stomach. Provo to remove by hand. Nothing. A strong smell rises to my nostrils. I feel sick.
I put my arms on the side to protect me. I feel walking on the arm and forearm. Then nothing.
resist. I will not open his eyes. I'm suffocating fear.
I hear something that creeps into my arms and face. For how much force to put us, I can not resist. No. Noooo! I
arms locked across his chest. Something sticky takes my right eyelid. I hold her to death, screaming like crazy.
I can not resist. I open my eyes.
A tiny mouth open, emitting a hissing sound.
Friday, July 4, 2008
How Much Is Engraving At Tiffany's
restorer of souls
the morning seems to have the gold glittering in his mouth on the horizon beneath a rainbow of cotton candy through the mountains of marzipan and chocolate swallows
Summer has reached its fullness and heat clouds in the sky hovering over the house undisturbed the sea.
The orchestra knows of cicadas in the afternoon celebration that accompanied the burning of the air, among the trees of the pine needles give off smells of pine forest, while in the distance the fields are caressed by a hand of air that bends them in sinuous movement . Time passes
marked by the shift of the shadows.
After seeing all the young restorer of souls would enjoy a break between the cool branches of the flower garden, peaceful sleep while in the sky and the clouds are looming large. The first drops
you drop a chanting melody in growing storm, the young man entered the house and take soap, a box full of varied shapes colored soaps gentle soap and running in the garden rubs his hands smeared the ground.
gradually becomes the soap foam and blood starting to form shapes of flowers, petals in shades of blue and pink frothy. The botanical garden
soap oriental perfumes, so the neo-fiction Botanical baptizes his work, and turning between a plant and the other caressing scent of clean white roses, violets vaporous, Marseille sunflowers, lilies, wild, scales of azaleas, primroses East India Company and neat colored daisy petals.
The rain took refuge in the sky coming in the clouds to go to another country as the sun evaporates fresh lavender flowers such as mint.
When the sun goes to bed then leaves the afterglow chained in the flower garden, the young restorer pending its cosmic companion is sitting on a block of different layers of multi-colored soap, plucking petals, make them dissolve on contact with skin.
The moon sees him and gives him a new emotion animating and transforming a plant orchids at a young lover of a night in the middle of summer .. then out of sight of the gold that the morning brings a gift to sun!
Dave-
Summer has reached its fullness and heat clouds in the sky hovering over the house undisturbed the sea.
The orchestra knows of cicadas in the afternoon celebration that accompanied the burning of the air, among the trees of the pine needles give off smells of pine forest, while in the distance the fields are caressed by a hand of air that bends them in sinuous movement . Time passes
marked by the shift of the shadows.
After seeing all the young restorer of souls would enjoy a break between the cool branches of the flower garden, peaceful sleep while in the sky and the clouds are looming large. The first drops
you drop a chanting melody in growing storm, the young man entered the house and take soap, a box full of varied shapes colored soaps gentle soap and running in the garden rubs his hands smeared the ground.
gradually becomes the soap foam and blood starting to form shapes of flowers, petals in shades of blue and pink frothy. The botanical garden
soap oriental perfumes, so the neo-fiction Botanical baptizes his work, and turning between a plant and the other caressing scent of clean white roses, violets vaporous, Marseille sunflowers, lilies, wild, scales of azaleas, primroses East India Company and neat colored daisy petals.
The rain took refuge in the sky coming in the clouds to go to another country as the sun evaporates fresh lavender flowers such as mint.
When the sun goes to bed then leaves the afterglow chained in the flower garden, the young restorer pending its cosmic companion is sitting on a block of different layers of multi-colored soap, plucking petals, make them dissolve on contact with skin.
The moon sees him and gives him a new emotion animating and transforming a plant orchids at a young lover of a night in the middle of summer .. then out of sight of the gold that the morning brings a gift to sun!
Dave-
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Glory Holes Free Vids On Ipod
Saturday, June 21, 2008
How Quickly Will Flagyl Begin Working
rafting
feet is as if they had more holds, I have a feeling of flying by instinct that I do not object and in a moment the cold water.
I could not hold my breath, I'm cold air hunger and instinct. I try to breathe but I drink, I do not know if they are on the surface or not, the sea that it would never have happened.
but not to the sea. are difficulties in a river of shit quattroppiù, on a scale of up to 5-under, that I had said little rafting champion and I had joined forty-five little-known work to skip work and go yet another innovative shit.
I still have the paddle in hand, I see the boat with others, is not far away and try to reach it, but every time I try to breathe drink, and then try to remember who had told the guy to briefing when he said " What if I accidentally flown out of the rapids "while I grinned and said see, think tajo ...
a life jacket and I think it it is strange that drink, and then maybe something wrong.
but it was, look to the downstream or upstream?
I try to turn around facing upstream, but is clearly a bullshit because I do not see where the current pushes me in a moment and I am flooded with water and start to think clearly and ribevo cock at this time maybe I was quiet the coffee machines ...
I turn around and resume and I see the kid with dread '88 class who acted as guide in the boat a little further on the arm that holds out. I let myself go swimming towards him, miss him but I take the boat, and I retired to take me up, I climb and take back for two seconds. I still
the paddle in hand, I try my seat while driving with the look of dread that seemed mostly frightened by the thought of what would the other senior leadership little further in the second boat: ok guys, this boat is not has never fallen for anyone!
all still a bit scared to watch me cough and spittle dripping water and also the nostrils of the nose. I nod around: yes, but see also de annavvene fuck though.
to celebrate then at lunch then offered me from a blonde and a half liters of beer doppiomalto Terni true, while the operator and former musician of the tower, with a guitar sang:
"at the fair of Tufello,
pè Dù shields,
er Potato mother snatching. "
(...) 
feet is as if they had more holds, I have a feeling of flying by instinct that I do not object and in a moment the cold water.
I could not hold my breath, I'm cold air hunger and instinct. I try to breathe but I drink, I do not know if they are on the surface or not, the sea that it would never have happened.
but not to the sea. are difficulties in a river of shit quattroppiù, on a scale of up to 5-under, that I had said little rafting champion and I had joined forty-five little-known work to skip work and go yet another innovative shit.
I still have the paddle in hand, I see the boat with others, is not far away and try to reach it, but every time I try to breathe drink, and then try to remember who had told the guy to briefing when he said " What if I accidentally flown out of the rapids "while I grinned and said see, think tajo ...
a life jacket and I think it it is strange that drink, and then maybe something wrong.
but it was, look to the downstream or upstream?
I try to turn around facing upstream, but is clearly a bullshit because I do not see where the current pushes me in a moment and I am flooded with water and start to think clearly and ribevo cock at this time maybe I was quiet the coffee machines ...
I turn around and resume and I see the kid with dread '88 class who acted as guide in the boat a little further on the arm that holds out. I let myself go swimming towards him, miss him but I take the boat, and I retired to take me up, I climb and take back for two seconds. I still
the paddle in hand, I try my seat while driving with the look of dread that seemed mostly frightened by the thought of what would the other senior leadership little further in the second boat: ok guys, this boat is not has never fallen for anyone!
all still a bit scared to watch me cough and spittle dripping water and also the nostrils of the nose. I nod around: yes, but see also de annavvene fuck though.
to celebrate then at lunch then offered me from a blonde and a half liters of beer doppiomalto Terni true, while the operator and former musician of the tower, with a guitar sang:
"at the fair of Tufello,
pè Dù shields,
er Potato mother snatching. "
(...)
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Does Jcpenny Thread Eyebrows
firefox vs friday. the great dictator
hate firefox existence, persistence, use and dissemination. damn democracy network, it was better when there was only the great dictator browser, here. 
hate firefox existence, persistence, use and dissemination. damn democracy network, it was better when there was only the great dictator browser, here.
View /view.shtml-illegal
'll Call
I'll call you love when you're away
,
and the wind, I will give your scent,
you call love, when
in a dream, you'll find me
,
I'll call you love, while walking
,
see you again in a flower, I will call you
love
although you will not be mine, I'll try
pain, but the same
,
I can not do anything else,
we call love.
,
and the wind, I will give your scent,
you call love, when
in a dream, you'll find me
,
I'll call you love, while walking
,
see you again in a flower, I will call you
love
although you will not be mine, I'll try
pain, but the same
,
I can not do anything else,
we call love.
dave-
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Positive Pregnancy Test And Low Hard Cervix
A day with fernando
Saturday, May 13, 06.00, Fernando Alonso sleeping peacefully at his home.
RIING, driiin. RIING Riiiiiiing, Riiiiiiing driiiiiin
es puta mother who nocte funda es that rumpes los cojhones ?
FA : Hola!??
FB: Alonzo! I am, Flavio Briatore, who do you still at home damn fool?
FA: Master! que pasa, sir? No estas the Grand Prix today, I rested las membras.
FB: but rest and relaxation. Today I am getting married to Elizabeth, and you've got to drive the Rolls to the church, which is why I pay you.
FA: But Master! Jo wanted to go fishing today! And then Jo always says Jo no es driver master. Fernando ie pilot, pilot du campeon mundo, por the aggiuntas. Jo no puede to chauffeur, sir, disculpame por favor.
FB: but disculpo and disculpo. Alonzo! see a bit of an asshole nun gets within you remit to sell tapas on Las Ramblas. I'm getting married today and I have to accompany you, who are also bastards of Ferrari and I really want to do well. I'll wait two hours below, and you do not submit that your blue jumpsuit fennel.
Icho de puta, Jo will have to pass a las Tojotas, told me the Mamas. Maledicto cabron.
08:05 hours, Fernando Alonso arrives at the home of Flavio Briatore.
FB: Here you come at last. You are slow! I always say you eat small paella that you are nothing. Now go, and do not see the bang with which the Rolls within you cut from the salary.
FA : Padròn Va Bien, vamos.
FB: But you do not see the aurelia that there are jobs and remain stacked with the mass of starving to go to the beach.
FA : master, but Fernando has no INDICATIONS the pits, Fernando knows no aurelia. Fernando goes adelante, the direction you intended.
this is completely stupid, I knew I had to call the second pilot.
11:05 hours, via Aurelia.
FB: Alonzo! you did the damn fool aurelia, did you see that there is traffic! now exceeds that.
FA Sir, we extended a gardener, which makes me the headlights and passes me. Michael wrote tienes el gardener Leste.
FB: dick schumacher! yes that is true. See? Now driving the Fiat Doblo vans. For you to let you drive a Rolls you need to pray for hours, damned greedy eating paella. Do not see us as you usually do a bang we're almost there.
FA: Yes, master, arrived in Rome semo. But there daperuttos police estas, no se puede pass. Mè withdraw las licenzàs!
FB: But you say idiot. Those are there for me el'Elisabetta. Take rather, I think that this sgallettata not yet arrived.
FA: No padron, no es las sgallettatas arrived.
FB: Do not you dare Alonzo! Okay by me in the meantime, that Berlusconi has arrived. You stay here and be quiet in the car and as well open your mouth make me look bad. See you at the end of the ceremony that we must bring the receipt. Miraccomando And, do not you find that you stick to the bottle of red wine like the last time that this time I can remove the license you seriously. Fernando ie
Saturday, May 13, 06.00, Fernando Alonso sleeping peacefully at his home.
es puta mother who nocte funda es that rumpes los cojhones ?
FA : Hola!??
FB: Alonzo! I am, Flavio Briatore, who do you still at home damn fool?
FA: Master! que pasa, sir? No estas the Grand Prix today, I rested las membras.
FB: but rest and relaxation. Today I am getting married to Elizabeth, and you've got to drive the Rolls to the church, which is why I pay you.
FA: But Master! Jo wanted to go fishing today! And then Jo always says Jo no es driver master. Fernando ie pilot, pilot du campeon mundo, por the aggiuntas. Jo no puede to chauffeur, sir, disculpame por favor.
FB: but disculpo and disculpo. Alonzo! see a bit of an asshole nun gets within you remit to sell tapas on Las Ramblas. I'm getting married today and I have to accompany you, who are also bastards of Ferrari and I really want to do well. I'll wait two hours below, and you do not submit that your blue jumpsuit fennel.
08:05 hours, Fernando Alonso arrives at the home of Flavio Briatore.
FB: Here you come at last. You are slow! I always say you eat small paella that you are nothing. Now go, and do not see the bang with which the Rolls within you cut from the salary. FA : Padròn Va Bien, vamos.
FB: But you do not see the aurelia that there are jobs and remain stacked with the mass of starving to go to the beach.
FA : master, but Fernando has no INDICATIONS the pits, Fernando knows no aurelia. Fernando goes adelante, the direction you intended.
this is completely stupid, I knew I had to call the second pilot.
11:05 hours, via Aurelia.
FB: Alonzo! you did the damn fool aurelia, did you see that there is traffic! now exceeds that.
FA Sir, we extended a gardener, which makes me the headlights and passes me. Michael wrote tienes el gardener Leste.
FB: dick schumacher! yes that is true. See? Now driving the Fiat Doblo vans. For you to let you drive a Rolls you need to pray for hours, damned greedy eating paella. Do not see us as you usually do a bang we're almost there. FA: Yes, master, arrived in Rome semo. But there daperuttos police estas, no se puede pass. Mè withdraw las licenzàs!
FB: But you say idiot. Those are there for me el'Elisabetta. Take rather, I think that this sgallettata not yet arrived.
FA: No padron, no es las sgallettatas arrived.
FB: Do not you dare Alonzo! Okay by me in the meantime, that Berlusconi has arrived. You stay here and be quiet in the car and as well open your mouth make me look bad. See you at the end of the ceremony that we must bring the receipt. Miraccomando And, do not you find that you stick to the bottle of red wine like the last time that this time I can remove the license you seriously. Fernando ie
tired. Fernando las Calas palbebras. Icho cabron de puta! And the upward sgallettatas moglieras. Faran de dos avvocatos matrimonialistas luck!
Alonso will wait until the end of the ceremony?
Berlusconi has also brought the Faith to the reception?
The Gregoracci is really a sgallettata?
probalilmente all these uncomfortable questions will forever remain without a response
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Can You Get Herpes Sharing Pants
The wait was long ....
Well ... gotta start somewhere. I understand that they possess their own first novel is another matter.
But I am a beginner and I think when I wrote "The bone ", in May 2007, not imagined that one day he would release an anthology of De Agostini, known as "three thousand six hundred characters, including spaces" with the dossier n . 56, during "Write".
short, do not we do it so long. I'm happy and I wanted to share this joy with you.
soon! Hello
Piero 
Well ... gotta start somewhere. I understand that they possess their own first novel is another matter.
But I am a beginner and I think when I wrote "The bone ", in May 2007, not imagined that one day he would release an anthology of De Agostini, known as "three thousand six hundred characters, including spaces" with the dossier n . 56, during "Write".
short, do not we do it so long. I'm happy and I wanted to share this joy with you.
soon! Hello
Piero
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