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Change of residence

Hey, as I found myself here? Before I was two shelves above. I went from having neighbors like titles of books and courses, authors and monographs, down here, where the labels are personal names or aliases?
I've always said that the shelf life of your conceptual various environments must be kept separate, then the people of the university is placed on a shelf on the shelf - actually called "University - who fumbled on the very occasionally, only to take notes, course information, etc.. You do not need to hear those people for other reasons.
There is another shelf, lower down, much less bland. Here there are people who have stored instead collide with your private life, each with its minute space, with a label a bit 'more luxurious.
Here's what happened: I brought you that book by Ernesto de Martino of requesting information, you and you went to place it in the "University", you I said you lend it willingly, and that you could keep it for as long as you needed, you could also usandoci studio over the markers, so that I did not care to keep it untouched: was a time when I was at peace with the world, and I did not spoil me by two rods with yellow fluorescent.
But the response of a diligent student could not be other than that of having already bought, so I've returned the book, not just obtained the finding that the issue was the same as yours. However, returning it but I've looked a bit 'so now I am curious about what had happened.
Li, always in front of the huge rack, I started to tell a story longish in the details: details that needed access to documents stored on the shelf "University". So you started to pull huge folders, files from the folders, files and papers.
All these files will occupy the hands, but you did not give up, you wanted me to know and understand, and holds all the waste paper that looked like I was a piovretta thousand tentacles. Until the last binder pulling you lost your balance and you dropped everything. After all I told you that I was a complicated story!
It looks now that the brothel, all my finished documents on the ground! And we historians know all too well the importance of the documents. They have magical properties: people do not lo sa, ma possono anche parlare, e sanno rispondere a tutto, a patto d'avere noi le domande giuste da porre.
Un documento è così forte da spostare da solo un castello da una località a quella vicina, o perfino nel tempo, avanti e indietro lungo i secoli. Non ha bisogno di aiutanti, sposta tutto da solo, mattone per mattone, con lucidità e sveltezza. Ci si mette di mezzo lui ed il castrum cambia locazione, anno di costruzione e firma del concessore. Un impatto ambientale enorme, e tutto per un foglietto.
Sempre lui, pur non intendendosi per niente di genetica, sa modificare l'emoglobina delle persone: è infatti ancora il documento a decretare l'appartenenza a una famiglia nobile, oppure condannarla a una comunissima plebeian existence. Between the blood red of the commonest workers in the fields, to the blue of the idle nobility eighteenth century is just another yellow leaves in between, another type of document, which in this case is a degree of nobility.
Other documents we plunge into the Greek Olympics, allowing us to hold hands of the winners, commended for their victories. But without these lists of winners on stone and foliage, no Olympics and no victories, no athletic feats, no knowledge of the past.
And yet, the documentation inquisitorial dividing legions of souls between heaven and hell. A ferry between the two sides of the river between the side of damnation than salvation, both rigorously eternal, there is a yellowed sheet. Compiled by ecclesiastical hands, the son of blindness and dogmas.
Still another document and disruptive acts retroactively upon the past: in the moment of discovery, amending the document a past that seemed to have written: save the soul of a man condemned to centuries later by the fire, dismantle a castle, create situations forerunner, brings to life the names and attaches their property. Conversely, its loss or neglect nebulizes identity, sputtering castles and individuals: there is nothing in the past if this is not stated in a leaflet. Fires archives, book-burning, cover-up of policy actions in open pits History: blacks holes incurable illusion static and flow of a known event. But nothing is firm in the past: the discovery of new interpretations yellowed sheets will question now believe that iron and impregnable. And world history is nothing but the history of his people. A document now silent, tomorrow will respond to questions important to the entire humanity can speak only if I already said, you know the right questions to ask him.
But if they killed my rag from your store could not throw, on the other hand could not even leave it there, lying on the floor at the foot of the library. Moreover, for a recorder like you, it was also unacceptable to collect them and store them in bulk back on the shelf "University".
was urgently necessary to invent an inventory as soon as possible, I thought while we gathered the story of my busy life, and while you busy from the floor to collect some of my emotions on paper, I looked a bit 'like I want to venture a question: "and now as rearrange them? ". But I have not asked for anything: I was afraid of the answer.
Then you turned to me and annoyed, I've snatched the autumn I was collecting with melancholy, and have put together the blend of mixed emotions that you had already picked up.
You then put the whole thing, not "University" but further down. In the "Life private, "Caesar and shake Cyrus pissed off, to make room in their midst to the new label established overwhelmingly" Christian ".
's why now I'm on this side, perhaps because after the story did you realize that a mess like me you would not have been of no help over there, in the pages of academic seriousness. In addition, too inconsistent and mechanical as they are, you'd be helpful only as a retriever for books, then I would have irritated beyond measure because of too much caffeine that you'd swallowed. No, it was worth it! Any consultation with me for organizational purposes would be useless to you not only agreed to keep me in that area.
But this is not a good reason for a privileged position. Why did you do? Maybe because you have discovered a depth of soul that never imagined. Or why I have this particular manner, so messy that even the rigidity of your rules was able to straighten. Or maybe you would not do it, because the waste paper collecting glances clashed, and you saw that mine is sincere and harmless.
Anyway, I wish that this text will rest here, including the wounds of a server far, far away that not even know where he is, but close enough to call anytime with one click.
Whether it also called "document", which is a valuable witness moment of transition, because if it is true that he has built a relationship from the ground up, I think has the least evolved.
And now there, on the top shelf, I'm not going back.

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Change of residence

Hey, as I found myself here? Before I was two shelves above. I went from having neighbors like titles of books and courses, authors and monographs, down here, where the labels are personal names or aliases?
I've always said that the shelf life of your conceptual various environments must be kept separate, then the people of the university is placed on a shelf on the shelf - actually called "University - who fumbled on the very occasionally, only to take notes, course information, etc.. You do not need to hear those people for other reasons.
There is another shelf, lower down, much less bland. Here there are people who have stored instead collide with your private life, each with its minute space, with a label a bit 'more luxurious.
Here's what happened: I brought you that book by Ernesto de Martino of requesting information, you and you went to place it in the "University", you I said you lend it willingly, and that you could keep it for as long as you needed, you could also usandoci studio over the markers, so that I did not care to keep it untouched: was a time when I was at peace with the world, and I did not spoil me by two rods with yellow fluorescent.
But the response of a diligent student could not be other than that of having already bought, so I've returned the book, not just obtained the finding that the issue was the same as yours. However, returning it but I've looked a bit 'so now I am curious about what had happened.
Li, always in front of the huge rack, I started to tell a story longish in the details: details that needed access to documents stored on the shelf "University". So you started to pull huge folders, files from the folders, files and papers.
All these files will occupy the hands, but you did not give up, you wanted me to know and understand, and holds all the waste paper that looked like I was a piovretta thousand tentacles. Until the last binder pulling you lost your balance and you dropped everything. After all I told you that I was a complicated story!
It looks now that the brothel, all my finished documents on the ground! And we historians know all too well the importance of the documents. They have magical properties: people do not lo sa, ma possono anche parlare, e sanno rispondere a tutto, a patto d'avere noi le domande giuste da porre.
Un documento è così forte da spostare da solo un castello da una località a quella vicina, o perfino nel tempo, avanti e indietro lungo i secoli. Non ha bisogno di aiutanti, sposta tutto da solo, mattone per mattone, con lucidità e sveltezza. Ci si mette di mezzo lui ed il castrum cambia locazione, anno di costruzione e firma del concessore. Un impatto ambientale enorme, e tutto per un foglietto.
Sempre lui, pur non intendendosi per niente di genetica, sa modificare l'emoglobina delle persone: è infatti ancora il documento a decretare l'appartenenza a una famiglia nobile, oppure condannarla a una comunissima plebeian existence. Between the blood red of the commonest workers in the fields, to the blue of the idle nobility eighteenth century is just another yellow leaves in between, another type of document, which in this case is a degree of nobility.
Other documents we plunge into the Greek Olympics, allowing us to hold hands of the winners, commended for their victories. But without these lists of winners on stone and foliage, no Olympics and no victories, no athletic feats, no knowledge of the past.
And yet, the documentation inquisitorial dividing legions of souls between heaven and hell. A ferry between the two sides of the river between the side of damnation than salvation, both rigorously eternal, there is a yellowed sheet. Compiled by ecclesiastical hands, the son of blindness and dogmas.
Still another document and disruptive acts retroactively upon the past: in the moment of discovery, amending the document a past that seemed to have written: save the soul of a man condemned to centuries later by the fire, dismantle a castle, create situations forerunner, brings to life the names and attaches their property. Conversely, its loss or neglect nebulizes identity, sputtering castles and individuals: there is nothing in the past if this is not stated in a leaflet. Fires archives, book-burning, cover-up of policy actions in open pits History: blacks holes incurable illusion static and flow of a known event. But nothing is firm in the past: the discovery of new interpretations yellowed sheets will question now believe that iron and impregnable. And world history is nothing but the history of his people. A document now silent, tomorrow will respond to questions important to the entire humanity can speak only if I already said, you know the right questions to ask him.
But if they killed my rag from your store could not throw, on the other hand could not even leave it there, lying on the floor at the foot of the library. Moreover, for a recorder like you, it was also unacceptable to collect them and store them in bulk back on the shelf "University".
was urgently necessary to invent an inventory as soon as possible, I thought while we gathered the story of my busy life, and while you busy from the floor to collect some of my emotions on paper, I looked a bit 'like I want to venture a question: "and now as rearrange them? ". But I have not asked for anything: I was afraid of the answer.
Then you turned to me and annoyed, I've snatched the autumn I was collecting with melancholy, and have put together the blend of mixed emotions that you had already picked up.
You then put the whole thing, not "University" but further down. In the "Life private, "Caesar and shake Cyrus pissed off, to make room in their midst to the new label established overwhelmingly" Christian ".
's why now I'm on this side, perhaps because after the story did you realize that a mess like me you would not have been of no help over there, in the pages of academic seriousness. In addition, too inconsistent and mechanical as they are, you'd be helpful only as a retriever for books, then I would have irritated beyond measure because of too much caffeine that you'd swallowed. No, it was worth it! Any consultation with me for organizational purposes would be useless to you not only agreed to keep me in that area.
But this is not a good reason for a privileged position. Why did you do? Maybe because you have discovered a depth of soul that never imagined. Or why I have this particular manner, so messy that even the rigidity of your rules was able to straighten. Or maybe you would not do it, because the waste paper collecting glances clashed, and you saw that mine is sincere and harmless.
Anyway, I wish that this text will rest here, including the wounds of a server far, far away that not even know where he is, but close enough to call anytime with one click.
Whether it also called "document", which is a valuable witness moment of transition, because if it is true that he has built a relationship from the ground up, I think has the least evolved.
And now there, on the top shelf, I'm not going back.

Solo Female Masterbation

Confessions of a Regina bureaucrat

Remember Memoirs of a Pawn progressive? Noo!?? So let us jump, before continuing to read, by golly! The following excerpt takes a while 'to latch on to that, to shed light on the unresolved question: why the Queen ate ... um ... Pedestrian sent to the box, if an underlying game of glances between the two actually had been there?
The "Confessions" nothing sono che il contenuto non-rivelato di codeste motivazioni. Motivazioni che la Regina preferisce serbare per sè, insabbiandole nel profondo del proprio animo; preferisce insudiciare questo foglio.
Ma vi è anche dell'altro. Le lamentele di giustizia sociale del pedante-pedone, come sono state viste dalla nobiltà? Quest'ultima se ne lava completamente le mani oppure cerca di tenersi la coscienza pulita, indicando al Pedone la strada per improbabili scalate al successo? (Mi affiora alla mente questa frase: l'ascesa al successo è come la scala a pioli di un pollaio: lunga e piena di merda).
E ancora: il cuore dei nobili batte davvero soltanto per lo sfarzo oppure può aprirsi, trovare altri values? E 'their blood really blue? Happy reading

I love my light that I moved to long lines, far and wide for the boxes of this ... board!
Yes, the board, why? If someone is not good as its facts are, if someone has something to say against the status quo, who will strive to change things as well. Both know all the truth is just jealous because he is the lower end of the social hierarchy. It does not have what I have.
What do I have? Within the walls of my castle, so many things that I'm there to say, precisely because they question my private life. Does not concern you.
Che cosa ho qui, sulla scacchiera? Beh, iniziamo col dire che sono guardata da tutti dal basso in alto, e non solo per la mia altezza, ma anche per un sano senso di timore e reverenza che tutti hanno nei miei confronti; quasi di soggezione direi.
Sì, perché fra tutti io sono senza dubbio il pezzo più potente (dopo mio marito, naturalmente, senza il quale non esisterebbe partita). Spesso col mio reggimento organizziamo azioni congiunte contro la casata dei Neri, e tali spedizioni hanno quasi sempre il centro nella mia persona. Se c'è da sacrificare qualcuno, questo qualcuno si trova sempre; in ogni caso, nella scatola non ci finisco certo io! (Salvo rari casi, in cui gli umani danno davvero prova di scemenza esemplare).
Io sono una dea in terra. Sono stata insignita della più grande libertà di movimento che si potesse chiedere su questo “quadrato della perfezione”.
Mani grosse, con soffice tatto, mi sollevano delicatamente; godono nel palparmi; mi spostano a mezz'aria e scelgono la casella su cui dimorarmi con sguardo fatalista: dove mi posano, io distruggo. Nell'atterraggio però la delicatezza viene meno: mi scagliano in picchiata, come a voler rimarcare l'effetto devastante di una mossa della sottoscritta. Con un colpetto il malcapitato che occupava la mia nuova casella viene steso e fatto ruzzolare con violenza nella scatola. Bye bye, plebeo.
Pensate a tutto ciò, alla summa del mio potere, e se non vi sembrerà enough that everything revolves around me, but keep in mind that I am a woman (and do not conceal a certain satisfaction to point out that much power is placed in the hands of sex "weak").
I'm the only woman on the grid, indeed the only woman on the board, if we look at the idiot who is Black the other side. (Oh, that look dizzy, and bad hair!).
As I have everything? I was given from my upper class social status. I already make out for the noble birth, but not only in early childhood was haunted by the worm of good taste in dress, from the poise and good manners, taught to me by my personal tutor who also tended to my excellent education. Crown - it is appropriate to say - of a youth made up entirely of these comforts was pleasant but difficult marriage with the King White: White Queen are now in fact.
And you, will you accuse me of being born noblewoman? And attractive, too? Hit Me!? And so I was maybe a reason to deny one thing and another? I repeat, pedonacci Blacks, you were on top of you, do not complain, do not waste time thinking about how to move the horse, as Alfieri Castle or my husband, but would prefer to give to do to improve your condition.
the rest - I go back just a moment on the issue, and then close - was not also given to you can become "us"? You just need to get to the other side of the board * * (yes, the board, so called, so what?), After all, that will never be 8 spaces? Please note that matches the second, and already in the opening phase is allowed to make two steps, coming soon to the fourth, already half-way, without much fear of being stopped!
But you see plots everywhere, and certainly will continue to think that there is a conspiracy against the weak, not set aside the idea that you never considered insignificant pieces, and make sacrifices to come to you "so", because we have powerful "fast "speed up the game. Beh, continuate a pensare a quel che volete, ma la verità è che se arrivate alla fine prendete le sembianze di un pezzo potente: una Regina, una Torre, quel che volete. E non si chiama “meritocrazia”, questa? Arrivi in fondo, diventi potente. Che ci vuole? Vi avrei dato io prova di quanto sia fattibile la cosa: basta essere caparbi, scaltri, astuti, determinati.
Ma, di nuovo, io non posso dimostrare niente, perché sono nata così, già potente: ricca, bella, giovane, seducente. Di fronte al vostro blaterare di egualitarismo, io vi ho appena sventolato sotto il naso il vessillo del riscatto, sul quale è scritta a chiare lettere una parola; una parola che giudica tutti, che interroga le coscienze e concede ricchi premi a quelle meritevoli: “meritocrazia”.
Vi chiederete allora dove stia il merito alla base del mio potere; beh... quello di aver sedotto il Re Bianco. In fin dei conti non è stata un'impresa da niente; ma non starò qui a parlare d'amore con voi, che non saprete nemmeno cosa sia.
Beh, oddio... A dirla tutta, poco fa penso di aver visto degli zampilli d'amore negli occhi di un Pedone Nero che stava qui proprio nella casella dove poggio ora i miei piedini: in G6.
Lo vedevo un po' imbambolato quando passeggiavo qui attorno, aveva uno sguardo tra il riflessivo e il contemplatore; mi avvicinavo, e lui mi guardava con una tal faccia da ebete (se ve la mimassi, non smettereste di ridere!).
Così ho iniziato a pensare di piacergli un po', e sulle prime non l'ho mangiato. Mi piaceva da morire essere guardata in quel modo; sarei stata lì a farmi contemplare per ore, ma come si dice in Occidente: “the show must go on”: avevo il mio bel gironzolare qua e là sulla scacchiera, in parti molto più “vive” di gioco; e poi, ho anche dei doveri. Non possiamo perdere la battaglia per tempo a causa di uno stupidotto che mi fissa.
Però, ragazzi, che occhi, che tipo romantico!
Dicevo: inizialmente ho preferito non mangiarlo: un po' perché mi dava quelle certezze di cui avevo bisogno (di cui ogni donna ha bisogno!), un po' perché... sì, anche lui liked me. And so the first time I made a move a bit 'dictated by sentiment, rather than send him out of the game in the much feared and named "box", I went to the side to let him sniff my hair, which gave off a sweet smell of honey and vanilla. I saw him again a second time three rounds ago, this time I was determined to hurl it in the afterlife, but in the end I gave up again, preferring to eat one of his companions. Yes, even though he was in a much more disturbing to my army, I, instead of him, I ate his partner. Just a few minutes ago.
But I paid dearly for my emotional behavior. These two moves that saved the ambiguous life my family has not taken lightly, so I had to report to my Lord, the White King.
E 'was terrible. I view him all the eyes of relatives, the court, all the regiment's part of what White and Black The first looked at me disgusted, horrified, I felt terrible on the name of a traitor of the cause. The eyes of Blacks, however, were among the astonished and sidetrack: it will be time for deep thinking who knows how to decipher those two moves, my "special". Yes, because in chess the true nature of a move is often not explicit but at the moment is revealed in all its danger in a dramatic delay that makes them more lethal. Avete presente il cavallo di Troia che gli Achei regalarono ai Troiani, dalla cui pancia, di notte, uscirono migliaia di soldati che col favore delle tenebre misero a ferro e fuoco la città nemica? Ecco: i Neri forse avevano paura che quelle due mosse un po' all'acqua di rose nascondessero tra i petali spine velenose.
Ad ogni modo, l'accalcamento di tutti quegli sguardi, di una fazione e dell'altra, che mi seguivano nelle lunghe passeggiate, e che con forza ancora maggiore mi tormentavano durante stazionamenti un po' più lunghetti, producevano in me un forte senso di estraniamento.
Forse tutto era soltanto nella mia testa, ma ho iniziato perfino a percepire un ronzio che mi risuonava negli orecchi, come un bisbigliare che si faceva louder and louder. I felt that all the pieces pointed at me and spoke to me. A strange and bad feeling.
But he, he alone, that pawn, he looked at me with dreamy eyes more than before, he had understood to be the center of attention of a game that he was concerned. That whites had triumphed, and gave checkmate the black king, or vice versa, he did not care. He only cared about me.
And it was hard to do what I should do. Convened by my King, I had away from him, and, under interrogation, I had to create enormous bullshit to cover it. I felt a bit 'to justify with oversights, but eventually I had to give an account of my behavior, apologizing and swearing loyalty to the cause of the Whites, also promises to eat next time.
And here I am in fact, to occupy what was the box with tears in his eyes. To think, to strive in doubt as to what would be still sinking look of sincerity in his eyes, of how it would make me arch my back against the wall of a tower, let me move to the side and the hair to be kissed on the banks of a river, that river that he, in the scope of this county artificial wood, would have been able to find. He created for me the stars, under a sky that is not there.

Solo Female Masterbation

Confessions of a Regina bureaucrat

Remember Memoirs of a Pawn progressive? Noo!?? So let us jump, before continuing to read, by golly! The following excerpt takes a while 'to latch on to that, to shed light on the unresolved question: why the Queen ate ... um ... Pedestrian sent to the box, if an underlying game of glances between the two actually had been there?
The "Confessions" nothing sono che il contenuto non-rivelato di codeste motivazioni. Motivazioni che la Regina preferisce serbare per sè, insabbiandole nel profondo del proprio animo; preferisce insudiciare questo foglio.
Ma vi è anche dell'altro. Le lamentele di giustizia sociale del pedante-pedone, come sono state viste dalla nobiltà? Quest'ultima se ne lava completamente le mani oppure cerca di tenersi la coscienza pulita, indicando al Pedone la strada per improbabili scalate al successo? (Mi affiora alla mente questa frase: l'ascesa al successo è come la scala a pioli di un pollaio: lunga e piena di merda).
E ancora: il cuore dei nobili batte davvero soltanto per lo sfarzo oppure può aprirsi, trovare altri values? E 'their blood really blue? Happy reading

I love my light that I moved to long lines, far and wide for the boxes of this ... board!
Yes, the board, why? If someone is not good as its facts are, if someone has something to say against the status quo, who will strive to change things as well. Both know all the truth is just jealous because he is the lower end of the social hierarchy. It does not have what I have.
What do I have? Within the walls of my castle, so many things that I'm there to say, precisely because they question my private life. Does not concern you.
Che cosa ho qui, sulla scacchiera? Beh, iniziamo col dire che sono guardata da tutti dal basso in alto, e non solo per la mia altezza, ma anche per un sano senso di timore e reverenza che tutti hanno nei miei confronti; quasi di soggezione direi.
Sì, perché fra tutti io sono senza dubbio il pezzo più potente (dopo mio marito, naturalmente, senza il quale non esisterebbe partita). Spesso col mio reggimento organizziamo azioni congiunte contro la casata dei Neri, e tali spedizioni hanno quasi sempre il centro nella mia persona. Se c'è da sacrificare qualcuno, questo qualcuno si trova sempre; in ogni caso, nella scatola non ci finisco certo io! (Salvo rari casi, in cui gli umani danno davvero prova di scemenza esemplare).
Io sono una dea in terra. Sono stata insignita della più grande libertà di movimento che si potesse chiedere su questo “quadrato della perfezione”.
Mani grosse, con soffice tatto, mi sollevano delicatamente; godono nel palparmi; mi spostano a mezz'aria e scelgono la casella su cui dimorarmi con sguardo fatalista: dove mi posano, io distruggo. Nell'atterraggio però la delicatezza viene meno: mi scagliano in picchiata, come a voler rimarcare l'effetto devastante di una mossa della sottoscritta. Con un colpetto il malcapitato che occupava la mia nuova casella viene steso e fatto ruzzolare con violenza nella scatola. Bye bye, plebeo.
Pensate a tutto ciò, alla summa del mio potere, e se non vi sembrerà enough that everything revolves around me, but keep in mind that I am a woman (and do not conceal a certain satisfaction to point out that much power is placed in the hands of sex "weak").
I'm the only woman on the grid, indeed the only woman on the board, if we look at the idiot who is Black the other side. (Oh, that look dizzy, and bad hair!).
As I have everything? I was given from my upper class social status. I already make out for the noble birth, but not only in early childhood was haunted by the worm of good taste in dress, from the poise and good manners, taught to me by my personal tutor who also tended to my excellent education. Crown - it is appropriate to say - of a youth made up entirely of these comforts was pleasant but difficult marriage with the King White: White Queen are now in fact.
And you, will you accuse me of being born noblewoman? And attractive, too? Hit Me!? And so I was maybe a reason to deny one thing and another? I repeat, pedonacci Blacks, you were on top of you, do not complain, do not waste time thinking about how to move the horse, as Alfieri Castle or my husband, but would prefer to give to do to improve your condition.
the rest - I go back just a moment on the issue, and then close - was not also given to you can become "us"? You just need to get to the other side of the board * * (yes, the board, so called, so what?), After all, that will never be 8 spaces? Please note that matches the second, and already in the opening phase is allowed to make two steps, coming soon to the fourth, already half-way, without much fear of being stopped!
But you see plots everywhere, and certainly will continue to think that there is a conspiracy against the weak, not set aside the idea that you never considered insignificant pieces, and make sacrifices to come to you "so", because we have powerful "fast "speed up the game. Beh, continuate a pensare a quel che volete, ma la verità è che se arrivate alla fine prendete le sembianze di un pezzo potente: una Regina, una Torre, quel che volete. E non si chiama “meritocrazia”, questa? Arrivi in fondo, diventi potente. Che ci vuole? Vi avrei dato io prova di quanto sia fattibile la cosa: basta essere caparbi, scaltri, astuti, determinati.
Ma, di nuovo, io non posso dimostrare niente, perché sono nata così, già potente: ricca, bella, giovane, seducente. Di fronte al vostro blaterare di egualitarismo, io vi ho appena sventolato sotto il naso il vessillo del riscatto, sul quale è scritta a chiare lettere una parola; una parola che giudica tutti, che interroga le coscienze e concede ricchi premi a quelle meritevoli: “meritocrazia”.
Vi chiederete allora dove stia il merito alla base del mio potere; beh... quello di aver sedotto il Re Bianco. In fin dei conti non è stata un'impresa da niente; ma non starò qui a parlare d'amore con voi, che non saprete nemmeno cosa sia.
Beh, oddio... A dirla tutta, poco fa penso di aver visto degli zampilli d'amore negli occhi di un Pedone Nero che stava qui proprio nella casella dove poggio ora i miei piedini: in G6.
Lo vedevo un po' imbambolato quando passeggiavo qui attorno, aveva uno sguardo tra il riflessivo e il contemplatore; mi avvicinavo, e lui mi guardava con una tal faccia da ebete (se ve la mimassi, non smettereste di ridere!).
Così ho iniziato a pensare di piacergli un po', e sulle prime non l'ho mangiato. Mi piaceva da morire essere guardata in quel modo; sarei stata lì a farmi contemplare per ore, ma come si dice in Occidente: “the show must go on”: avevo il mio bel gironzolare qua e là sulla scacchiera, in parti molto più “vive” di gioco; e poi, ho anche dei doveri. Non possiamo perdere la battaglia per tempo a causa di uno stupidotto che mi fissa.
Però, ragazzi, che occhi, che tipo romantico!
Dicevo: inizialmente ho preferito non mangiarlo: un po' perché mi dava quelle certezze di cui avevo bisogno (di cui ogni donna ha bisogno!), un po' perché... sì, anche lui liked me. And so the first time I made a move a bit 'dictated by sentiment, rather than send him out of the game in the much feared and named "box", I went to the side to let him sniff my hair, which gave off a sweet smell of honey and vanilla. I saw him again a second time three rounds ago, this time I was determined to hurl it in the afterlife, but in the end I gave up again, preferring to eat one of his companions. Yes, even though he was in a much more disturbing to my army, I, instead of him, I ate his partner. Just a few minutes ago.
But I paid dearly for my emotional behavior. These two moves that saved the ambiguous life my family has not taken lightly, so I had to report to my Lord, the White King.
E 'was terrible. I view him all the eyes of relatives, the court, all the regiment's part of what White and Black The first looked at me disgusted, horrified, I felt terrible on the name of a traitor of the cause. The eyes of Blacks, however, were among the astonished and sidetrack: it will be time for deep thinking who knows how to decipher those two moves, my "special". Yes, because in chess the true nature of a move is often not explicit but at the moment is revealed in all its danger in a dramatic delay that makes them more lethal. Avete presente il cavallo di Troia che gli Achei regalarono ai Troiani, dalla cui pancia, di notte, uscirono migliaia di soldati che col favore delle tenebre misero a ferro e fuoco la città nemica? Ecco: i Neri forse avevano paura che quelle due mosse un po' all'acqua di rose nascondessero tra i petali spine velenose.
Ad ogni modo, l'accalcamento di tutti quegli sguardi, di una fazione e dell'altra, che mi seguivano nelle lunghe passeggiate, e che con forza ancora maggiore mi tormentavano durante stazionamenti un po' più lunghetti, producevano in me un forte senso di estraniamento.
Forse tutto era soltanto nella mia testa, ma ho iniziato perfino a percepire un ronzio che mi risuonava negli orecchi, come un bisbigliare che si faceva louder and louder. I felt that all the pieces pointed at me and spoke to me. A strange and bad feeling.
But he, he alone, that pawn, he looked at me with dreamy eyes more than before, he had understood to be the center of attention of a game that he was concerned. That whites had triumphed, and gave checkmate the black king, or vice versa, he did not care. He only cared about me.
And it was hard to do what I should do. Convened by my King, I had away from him, and, under interrogation, I had to create enormous bullshit to cover it. I felt a bit 'to justify with oversights, but eventually I had to give an account of my behavior, apologizing and swearing loyalty to the cause of the Whites, also promises to eat next time.
And here I am in fact, to occupy what was the box with tears in his eyes. To think, to strive in doubt as to what would be still sinking look of sincerity in his eyes, of how it would make me arch my back against the wall of a tower, let me move to the side and the hair to be kissed on the banks of a river, that river that he, in the scope of this county artificial wood, would have been able to find. He created for me the stars, under a sky that is not there.

Michael Peters Jacket

Drunk Statues

After years and years of sleep, I returned to training, goal is no longer the reckless increase in mass that leads to that effect swollen tomato, and now want an increase in lean body mass content, harmonious, such as swimmers or sprinter. So if abundant food years ago just to reach the daily protein quota, now in doubt Prefeito be deficient in calories: sacrificing the nutrition of muscle mass if it would also mean increase in fat mass.
All the people who saw me a few weeks ago, have already noticed a sort of "metamorphosis". The combination diet-exercise and then is bearing fruit.
Fruit? Nah, those calories are unnecessary at this time I need only protein, then meat, fish and egg whites and a little 'pre-workout carbohydrate.
Diet is German-Arabic German in the rigidity with which it is pursued, and the culture they belong to the delicious doner-kebap I shot every day now, you know, is Arab.
few definitions that give you an idea of \u200b\u200bthe definition, as I understand it. The six pack
angry screams while running exhausting crunches. Hard tile, during contraction, appear to want to rip the thin layer of fat on the abdomen instead, threatening to force out, to see the world. The deltoids, always single block, they begin to bargain over the division of the wide hilly area. This reveals a very slowly rear section, a medial and anterior. Three different regions: the federal muscle. Hills drained by veins like rivers that irrigate the land, down arms, even bringing nourishment to biceps and triceps, counter-balanced each other. Sovrasterà to me the vein on the biceps, the one that leads to branching out beyond the elbow on the forearm. The chest however is already a fan during the adduction of the arm is fanned by a geisha with a light touch, vibrate at the flag of the humerus to the sternum. The back muscles are in-lane highway, long bundles of the deltoid from the hills that lead right down to the acropolis, in the gluteal region: these fact, they are pure marble, so now if I need a bench I sit on myself. The thankless task of supporting the marble heavy, making walking and running and the whole sculpture is entrusted to the muscles of the thigh and quadriceps femoris. Calves, already martyrs, do not talk about: to them the burden of reversing, reverse the route of blood flow, which comes to them from the cavity of the myocardium, and their return upstairs.
To the top, over the top.

Michael Peters Jacket

Drunk Statues

After years and years of sleep, I returned to training, goal is no longer the reckless increase in mass that leads to that effect swollen tomato, and now want an increase in lean body mass content, harmonious, such as swimmers or sprinter. So if abundant food years ago just to reach the daily protein quota, now in doubt Prefeito be deficient in calories: sacrificing the nutrition of muscle mass if it would also mean increase in fat mass.
All the people who saw me a few weeks ago, have already noticed a sort of "metamorphosis". The combination diet-exercise and then is bearing fruit.
Fruit? Nah, those calories are unnecessary at this time I need only protein, then meat, fish and egg whites and a little 'pre-workout carbohydrate.
Diet is German-Arabic German in the rigidity with which it is pursued, and the culture they belong to the delicious doner-kebap I shot every day now, you know, is Arab.
few definitions that give you an idea of \u200b\u200bthe definition, as I understand it. The six pack
angry screams while running exhausting crunches. Hard tile, during contraction, appear to want to rip the thin layer of fat on the abdomen instead, threatening to force out, to see the world. The deltoids, always single block, they begin to bargain over the division of the wide hilly area. This reveals a very slowly rear section, a medial and anterior. Three different regions: the federal muscle. Hills drained by veins like rivers that irrigate the land, down arms, even bringing nourishment to biceps and triceps, counter-balanced each other. Sovrasterà to me the vein on the biceps, the one that leads to branching out beyond the elbow on the forearm. The chest however is already a fan during the adduction of the arm is fanned by a geisha with a light touch, vibrate at the flag of the humerus to the sternum. The back muscles are in-lane highway, long bundles of the deltoid from the hills that lead right down to the acropolis, in the gluteal region: these fact, they are pure marble, so now if I need a bench I sit on myself. The thankless task of supporting the marble heavy, making walking and running and the whole sculpture is entrusted to the muscles of the thigh and quadriceps femoris. Calves, already martyrs, do not talk about: to them the burden of reversing, reverse the route of blood flow, which comes to them from the cavity of the myocardium, and their return upstairs.
To the top, over the top.

Genical Tattooing Male

form of everyday things of life

The Law of Physics psychic
It 'good to remember that when there is a disproportionate reaction intensity in comparison to the action (for example, a rude response to a lawful demand) was clearly touched a nerve. (Before you respond to bad words, do yourself a self-examination).

Nth Law Murphys
When you have two appointments with two different people the same afternoon, and hope that one of them cancels one's own, inevitably will be canceled both.

Genical Tattooing Male

form of everyday things of life

The Law of Physics psychic
It 'good to remember that when there is a disproportionate reaction intensity in comparison to the action (for example, a rude response to a lawful demand) was clearly touched a nerve. (Before you respond to bad words, do yourself a self-examination).

Nth Law Murphys
When you have two appointments with two different people the same afternoon, and hope that one of them cancels one's own, inevitably will be canceled both.

Нудисти фото

"There are things in life ... should be taken a bit 'way. "
These are the words that ventilate the room, repeated four speakers a bit 'unhinged and a television with the volume muted, to avoid an annoying delay. The duet is
Ramazzotti and Anastacia, and instead of showing her you imagine the uvula with a full glass of beer, pouring metà sul tavolo in un misto d'ilarità e sofferenza della compagnia attorno.
Ma questa è una versione da pub, invivibile per me, inedita. A me è stata data solo – e per tempi brevi – una versione più casalinga: tutone, magliette impossibili, fasce per capelli e scarpe da ginnastica.
E per quella sportiva, che non so dire se donna-ragazza-bambina-professoressa, io ho perso la testa. Io, persona dalla razionalità gelida, spietato giudice di ogni situazione, Giustiniano ripartitore di colpe e meriti, filosofo metropolitano con motti preconfezionati per ogni occasione, ho perso le staffe.
Sissignori, proprio io. Proprio io che la mattina non mi ero mai alzato in ritardo perché non mi sono mai, mai dimenticato in vita mia di regolare una sveglia la sera prima. Proprio io, osservatore impietoso del mondo esterno, non sapevo più dire se uscendo di casa al mattino, parlando al telefono con lei, il cielo fosse chiaro o scuro. E arrivavo al lavoro senza sapere che l'appuntamento per la lezione fosse in realtà l'indomani. E l'indomani mi ritrovavo a dover fare qualcosa per quest'ultrasettantenne e per i suoi problemi alle ginocchia; gli proponevo di fargli potenziare gli arti inferiori in maniera simmetrica, così lo sistemavo sull'attrezzo adatto, e iniziavo a contargli le ripetizioni dell'arto sinistro, ma dopo pochi secondi pensavo ancora a lei, a quando l'avrei vista, e perdevo il conto. Poi ripiombavo nella realtà e dicevo al mio attended: "Stop. Change. " And repeat the exercise with the other leg, and again lost track of time, so goodbye and work symmetrically. Not to mention that I have often confused the healthy from the diseased limb, and I made the disease more often interchangeable between the different clients that I follow. In the early days I had sold it the sore knees Vito James, in exchange for his back pain. But have always escaped me in the face of good and dialectic ability to improvise.
Not to mention that in any case, we earned in charisma. I was full of energy at the time, and a vitality that rarely can be imagined, because you commute a long journey made him a walk, Ben Hur made a short film, a quick phone call, full of life, and long had a moment's flash. But how did you do? You who had destroyed in an instant my car and its symbols, and made me full of energy, you who have a strongly closed period and you open another. You have transformed and changed me. You who have filled these pages you violently, by lowering the average daily visits. "Waited for me?" Tacitly seems to be asking. Yes
Thanks for everything.

Нудисти фото

"There are things in life ... should be taken a bit 'way. "
These are the words that ventilate the room, repeated four speakers a bit 'unhinged and a television with the volume muted, to avoid an annoying delay. The duet is
Ramazzotti and Anastacia, and instead of showing her you imagine the uvula with a full glass of beer, pouring metà sul tavolo in un misto d'ilarità e sofferenza della compagnia attorno.
Ma questa è una versione da pub, invivibile per me, inedita. A me è stata data solo – e per tempi brevi – una versione più casalinga: tutone, magliette impossibili, fasce per capelli e scarpe da ginnastica.
E per quella sportiva, che non so dire se donna-ragazza-bambina-professoressa, io ho perso la testa. Io, persona dalla razionalità gelida, spietato giudice di ogni situazione, Giustiniano ripartitore di colpe e meriti, filosofo metropolitano con motti preconfezionati per ogni occasione, ho perso le staffe.
Sissignori, proprio io. Proprio io che la mattina non mi ero mai alzato in ritardo perché non mi sono mai, mai dimenticato in vita mia di regolare una sveglia la sera prima. Proprio io, osservatore impietoso del mondo esterno, non sapevo più dire se uscendo di casa al mattino, parlando al telefono con lei, il cielo fosse chiaro o scuro. E arrivavo al lavoro senza sapere che l'appuntamento per la lezione fosse in realtà l'indomani. E l'indomani mi ritrovavo a dover fare qualcosa per quest'ultrasettantenne e per i suoi problemi alle ginocchia; gli proponevo di fargli potenziare gli arti inferiori in maniera simmetrica, così lo sistemavo sull'attrezzo adatto, e iniziavo a contargli le ripetizioni dell'arto sinistro, ma dopo pochi secondi pensavo ancora a lei, a quando l'avrei vista, e perdevo il conto. Poi ripiombavo nella realtà e dicevo al mio attended: "Stop. Change. " And repeat the exercise with the other leg, and again lost track of time, so goodbye and work symmetrically. Not to mention that I have often confused the healthy from the diseased limb, and I made the disease more often interchangeable between the different clients that I follow. In the early days I had sold it the sore knees Vito James, in exchange for his back pain. But have always escaped me in the face of good and dialectic ability to improvise.
Not to mention that in any case, we earned in charisma. I was full of energy at the time, and a vitality that rarely can be imagined, because you commute a long journey made him a walk, Ben Hur made a short film, a quick phone call, full of life, and long had a moment's flash. But how did you do? You who had destroyed in an instant my car and its symbols, and made me full of energy, you who have a strongly closed period and you open another. You have transformed and changed me. You who have filled these pages you violently, by lowering the average daily visits. "Waited for me?" Tacitly seems to be asking. Yes
Thanks for everything.

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Near Silence

The night is silent silence, after finally incorporated any noise in his belly frozen. Now, the beeps, the sounds of television and radio broadcasters, the bumps di un pallone e degli schiamazzi dei ragazzi durante le corse affannate è rimasta soltanto l'ombra .
Restano solo rumori notturni: il suono di un pendolo, ad esempio, quello della lingua del mio cane che si puccia nella ciotola dell'acqua, o ancora il suo suo affannoso respiro di carlino anzianotto. A questi bisogna aggiungere quelli provenienti dalla strada, senza tempo, sempre di moda: capita che una marmitta rincorra il suo pilota due ruote più avanti, che seduto nell'abitacolo le dà da fumare. E' per puro narcisismo che costui solca le strade; per dire la sua: lo fa infatti distribuendo musica freeware fuori dall'abitacolo, o con un clacson che strombazza oltre il necessario.
Ma erano appunto rumori sporadici; only minimally attenuated the superhuman strength of the silence that enveloped the granite walls of my house. About
law is exactly in these conditions that must take root in the silence that perfect, less imaginable to man. The silence that intangible, not content with having set aside all the external noise strength, forces him to listen to the beat of his heart, and for this spotlight, it usually starts beating wildly.
I am not often such moments. You know that silence that makes all the moments equal to themselves, which are identical to each other and nothing? Here ... Silence that totalizing pasting the words in the mouths of those who want to talk, and even if someone wanted di fare qualsiasi genere di rumore, non potrebbe farlo in sua presenza: egli piuttosto si alzerebbe e, in silenzio, se ne andrebbe irrispettato il Silenzio; ma fin quando c'è lui, una mosca non vola.
E' in queste condizioni che dipingo in aria note di notte fonda. Ma ecco che il mio ordigno geloso se le ricopia sul display e te le invia; quanto mi dà fastidio tutto ciò: così arrivano sul tuo ordigno a mio nome, oltretutto. Ma benché quel che leggi non sia il mio pensiero bensì soltanto una volgare deformazione (che io non vorrei mai che tu leggessi, ovviamente) quel che appare al tuo ordigno come mittente resta irrimediabilmente il mio numero, e non una storpiatura o un arrotondamento. No no, my exact number. And, by the plaque, your weapon back to me, and brings you back so what was my thought, but small and shapeless, tight encapsulated in 160 characters, delivers it to you with vibrant emotion, and with the claim of my it was a message worthy of being sent. I've never had such claims? We ask for silence, and he, I am sure, will respond.
But he, Silence, upright and incorruptible, it should be a little distracted, leaked, the walls between hermits, too few sound: "beep-beep, beep-beep.
exchanges of messages into the ether, from both sides, meet halfway, kissing each other in flight, whispering to each other content that then, only then, moments later, we should read too. Silence had lost his authority was now too often sent elsewhere by the "beep-beep, beep-beep" and he justified himself wearily I go on an errand, I left for a moment, I go to the bathroom. Ridiculous. In contrast, in the minutes between messaggino and the other, He reigns supreme atmosphere, forcing a run impazzante my heart battered, vulnerable to the anxious wait.
Fatigue, meanwhile, superceded in leaps and bounds, so as to make the boundary between waking and sleep. The delicacies that we write then mingle with the dream, with the sublime (fault will only della stanchezza?). Ed è qui, in questo groviglioso clima sublunare in cui il Silenzio non è più tale, assediato da colpi di bip bip che partono come dei forsennati da una parte e dall'altra, che si cercano estenuantemente, proprio qui io ti ho chiesto il permesso di coccolarti in maniera prolungata: cioè di passare il tempo così fino l'indomani mattina. “Potrei stare a scriverti tutta la notte”: era il messaggio prezioso che avevo affidato al mio messaggero, che in un attimo va e torna con la tua risposta: “E io potrei stare tutta la notte a leggerti”.
Questo si chiama fare l'amore con le parole. Perché cos'è l'amore se non lo scavare nel proprio sè un posto a misura per l'altro? A place that does not demand that the other sedervici, yet the other knows only too well that no one can steal. A place that brings the silence to its rightful place: between the lips and the lips of a kiss.

Most Erotic French And Spanish

Near Silence

The night is silent silence, after finally incorporated any noise in his belly frozen. Now, the beeps, the sounds of television and radio broadcasters, the bumps di un pallone e degli schiamazzi dei ragazzi durante le corse affannate è rimasta soltanto l'ombra .
Restano solo rumori notturni: il suono di un pendolo, ad esempio, quello della lingua del mio cane che si puccia nella ciotola dell'acqua, o ancora il suo suo affannoso respiro di carlino anzianotto. A questi bisogna aggiungere quelli provenienti dalla strada, senza tempo, sempre di moda: capita che una marmitta rincorra il suo pilota due ruote più avanti, che seduto nell'abitacolo le dà da fumare. E' per puro narcisismo che costui solca le strade; per dire la sua: lo fa infatti distribuendo musica freeware fuori dall'abitacolo, o con un clacson che strombazza oltre il necessario.
Ma erano appunto rumori sporadici; only minimally attenuated the superhuman strength of the silence that enveloped the granite walls of my house. About
law is exactly in these conditions that must take root in the silence that perfect, less imaginable to man. The silence that intangible, not content with having set aside all the external noise strength, forces him to listen to the beat of his heart, and for this spotlight, it usually starts beating wildly.
I am not often such moments. You know that silence that makes all the moments equal to themselves, which are identical to each other and nothing? Here ... Silence that totalizing pasting the words in the mouths of those who want to talk, and even if someone wanted di fare qualsiasi genere di rumore, non potrebbe farlo in sua presenza: egli piuttosto si alzerebbe e, in silenzio, se ne andrebbe irrispettato il Silenzio; ma fin quando c'è lui, una mosca non vola.
E' in queste condizioni che dipingo in aria note di notte fonda. Ma ecco che il mio ordigno geloso se le ricopia sul display e te le invia; quanto mi dà fastidio tutto ciò: così arrivano sul tuo ordigno a mio nome, oltretutto. Ma benché quel che leggi non sia il mio pensiero bensì soltanto una volgare deformazione (che io non vorrei mai che tu leggessi, ovviamente) quel che appare al tuo ordigno come mittente resta irrimediabilmente il mio numero, e non una storpiatura o un arrotondamento. No no, my exact number. And, by the plaque, your weapon back to me, and brings you back so what was my thought, but small and shapeless, tight encapsulated in 160 characters, delivers it to you with vibrant emotion, and with the claim of my it was a message worthy of being sent. I've never had such claims? We ask for silence, and he, I am sure, will respond.
But he, Silence, upright and incorruptible, it should be a little distracted, leaked, the walls between hermits, too few sound: "beep-beep, beep-beep.
exchanges of messages into the ether, from both sides, meet halfway, kissing each other in flight, whispering to each other content that then, only then, moments later, we should read too. Silence had lost his authority was now too often sent elsewhere by the "beep-beep, beep-beep" and he justified himself wearily I go on an errand, I left for a moment, I go to the bathroom. Ridiculous. In contrast, in the minutes between messaggino and the other, He reigns supreme atmosphere, forcing a run impazzante my heart battered, vulnerable to the anxious wait.
Fatigue, meanwhile, superceded in leaps and bounds, so as to make the boundary between waking and sleep. The delicacies that we write then mingle with the dream, with the sublime (fault will only della stanchezza?). Ed è qui, in questo groviglioso clima sublunare in cui il Silenzio non è più tale, assediato da colpi di bip bip che partono come dei forsennati da una parte e dall'altra, che si cercano estenuantemente, proprio qui io ti ho chiesto il permesso di coccolarti in maniera prolungata: cioè di passare il tempo così fino l'indomani mattina. “Potrei stare a scriverti tutta la notte”: era il messaggio prezioso che avevo affidato al mio messaggero, che in un attimo va e torna con la tua risposta: “E io potrei stare tutta la notte a leggerti”.
Questo si chiama fare l'amore con le parole. Perché cos'è l'amore se non lo scavare nel proprio sè un posto a misura per l'altro? A place that does not demand that the other sedervici, yet the other knows only too well that no one can steal. A place that brings the silence to its rightful place: between the lips and the lips of a kiss.

How The Baby Comes Out

Destination Paris


now miss very little, for Paris, we arrived.
Despite missing a few hours - very few, considering that before leaving in the evening in front of the screen I have an afternoon of work. That it could not remain to act as the last bulwark between me and the West, but once down, I run away screaming from here.
But despite the enthusiasm, my schedule keeps laughing unflappable in the face very serious efforts to prepare the case. Mocks l'urgenza e rimando, bacio la pigrizia. Andrà a finire che lascerò qui qualcosa, lo so; ma sicuramente di importante non dimenticherò nulla .

Cosa rappresenta questo viaggio? Significa rivedere una splendida capitale europea, che vidi solo una volta, anni fa, durante i "viaggi-distruzione" delle superiori; è ora di ritornare sul posto con una testa più matura, per sperare di cogliere almeno un quinto del fascino di una città così artistica, così densa di riferimenti storici, così tradizionale e moderna allo stesso tempo. Abbiamo una manciata di giorni, faremo del nostro meglio.
Significa staccare la spina, mettere il becco fuori da Milano. Qualcuno ultimamente mi ha mandato infausti accadimenti come segnali: "urge riposo, fila via da qui e spegni la testa!". Mi piovono biglietti dal cielo, non mi sembra il caso di farsi pregare.
Significa imporsi un distacco forzato dalla routine, dalla quotidianeità. La quotidianeità sa abbassare assai bene la soglia di contentamento; lo fa non facendosi accorgere ovviamente, coperta dal rumore del meccanismo fagocitante che ogni giorno ci divora nel nostro ritmo di vita forsennato. Ma io non ritengo di avere una quotidianeità spiacevole (ed è proprio per questo che ho parlato di "distacco forzato"). A volte però capita che cose grosse (oh, senza offesa!) si imbattano sulla tua piccola vita e ti si parino davanti; le scanseresti se ti accorgessi che sono inutili, but they know them as intoxicated, and while they are there to smile Do not know if and how much you have to resize. A posting I will do well from this point of view.

not miss the pictures, if I ever have time to go buy the camera. Urca, I understand and prepare for the luggage is very little time.
Better hurry. (Sgrat sgrat - is the first time I take the plane).

How The Baby Comes Out

Destination Paris


now miss very little, for Paris, we arrived.
Despite missing a few hours - very few, considering that before leaving in the evening in front of the screen I have an afternoon of work. That it could not remain to act as the last bulwark between me and the West, but once down, I run away screaming from here.
But despite the enthusiasm, my schedule keeps laughing unflappable in the face very serious efforts to prepare the case. Mocks l'urgenza e rimando, bacio la pigrizia. Andrà a finire che lascerò qui qualcosa, lo so; ma sicuramente di importante non dimenticherò nulla .

Cosa rappresenta questo viaggio? Significa rivedere una splendida capitale europea, che vidi solo una volta, anni fa, durante i "viaggi-distruzione" delle superiori; è ora di ritornare sul posto con una testa più matura, per sperare di cogliere almeno un quinto del fascino di una città così artistica, così densa di riferimenti storici, così tradizionale e moderna allo stesso tempo. Abbiamo una manciata di giorni, faremo del nostro meglio.
Significa staccare la spina, mettere il becco fuori da Milano. Qualcuno ultimamente mi ha mandato infausti accadimenti come segnali: "urge riposo, fila via da qui e spegni la testa!". Mi piovono biglietti dal cielo, non mi sembra il caso di farsi pregare.
Significa imporsi un distacco forzato dalla routine, dalla quotidianeità. La quotidianeità sa abbassare assai bene la soglia di contentamento; lo fa non facendosi accorgere ovviamente, coperta dal rumore del meccanismo fagocitante che ogni giorno ci divora nel nostro ritmo di vita forsennato. Ma io non ritengo di avere una quotidianeità spiacevole (ed è proprio per questo che ho parlato di "distacco forzato"). A volte però capita che cose grosse (oh, senza offesa!) si imbattano sulla tua piccola vita e ti si parino davanti; le scanseresti se ti accorgessi che sono inutili, but they know them as intoxicated, and while they are there to smile Do not know if and how much you have to resize. A posting I will do well from this point of view.

not miss the pictures, if I ever have time to go buy the camera. Urca, I understand and prepare for the luggage is very little time.
Better hurry. (Sgrat sgrat - is the first time I take the plane).

Hamster School Caning Clips

migrate

Why, flying, my thoughts so often rests on you?

And why, to migrate, still turns to you and asks for permission?

Hamster School Caning Clips

migrate

Why, flying, my thoughts so often rests on you?

And why, to migrate, still turns to you and asks for permission?

What Is Punishable By Death In Bible

Sweet Memories of the subsurface

Dostoevskij, F.M.(1942). Memorie del sottosuolo, Ed. Einaudi, Torino. Pag.34-36

Forse voi pensate, signori, che io sia pazzo? Permettetemi ch'io mi spieghi. D'accordo: l'uomo è un animale per eccellenza costruttivo, condannato a tendere coscientemente verso la meta e ad esercitare l'arte dell'ingegneria, cioè a tracciarsi eternamente ed incessantemente una strada, sebbene diretta dove che sia . Ma gli viene voglia, alle volte, di sgattaiolare di fianco forse appunto perché è costretto ad aprir questa strada, e magari, ancora, perché, per quanto stupido sia in generale l'uomo d'azione e immediato, tuttavia gli comes to mind that sometimes the road is almost always directed where it is , and that the main thing is not where it goes, but it has a direction, and that the boy sober, trasurando the art of engineering not succumb to a fatal idleness, which, as is known, is the father of all vices. He loves to build roads and track, is indisputable. But why he loves to love the destruction and chaos? Tell me a bit '! But on this I also want to say two words separately. Could it be that he loves so much destruction and chaos (because it is undisputed that at times he loves, that's it), because he instinctively teme di raggiungere la meta e di ultimare l'edificio in costruzione? Che ne sapete? forse l'edificio lo ama solo da lontano, e nient'affatto da vicino; forse ama unicamente costruirlo e non viverci dentro, riservandolo poi aux animaux domestiques , come formiche, montoni, ecc. ecc. Ecco, le formiche hanno tutt'altro gusto. Esse hanno un solo meraviglioso edificio dello stesso genere, inalterabile in eterno: il formicaio.
Dal formicaio le rispettabili formiche hanno cominciato, e col formicaio sicuramente finiranno, cosa che fa molto onore alla loro costanza e al loro carattere positivo. Ma l'uomo è un essere leggero e d'ingrato aspetto e, forse, come il giocatore di scacchi, non ama che il processo attraverso il quale raggiunge il fine, e non il fine stesso. E chi sa (garantirlo non si può), forse anche tutto il fine a cui tende l'umanità sulla terra è racchiuso unicamente in questo solo ininterrotto processo di raggiungimento, o, per dirla altrimenti, nella vita stessa, e non propriamente nel fine, che, s'intende, non deve essere se non il due per due quattro, cioè una formula; ma, del resto, il due per due quattro non è più vita, signori, bensì il principio della morte. Per lo meno, l'uomo ha sempre avuto un certo timore di questo due per due quattro, e io lo temo anche ora. Mettiamo pure che l'uomo non fa che cercare questo due per due quattro, valica gli oceani, sacrifica la vita in questa ricerca, ma di scoprirlo, di trovarlo effettivamente, vi giuro che ne ha come paura. Infatti egli sente che, non appena l'avrà trovato, non ci sarà più nulla da cercare. I lavoratori, finito il lavoro, per lo meno ricevono il denaro, vanno alla bettola, poi finiscono al commissariato: be', sono occupazioni che bastano per una settimana. Ma l'uomo dove va? Quanto meno, ogni volta si nota in lui un che d'impacciato nel momento in cui raggiunge cosiffatti fini. Il fatto di raggiungerli gli piace, ma averli raggiunti non proprio, e questo, certo, è straordinariamente ridicolo. Insomma, l'uomo è congegnato in un modo buffo; in tutto ciò, evidentemente, c'è un gioco di parole. Ma il due per due quattro è pur sempre una cosa arcinsopportabile. Il due per due quattro, secondo la mia opinione, non è che sfacciataggine. Il due per due quattro si dà delle arie, vi attraversa la strada con le mani sui fianchi e sputa. Sono d'accordo anche io che il due per due quattro è una cosa eccellente; ma se proprio si ha da lodar tutto, anche il due per due cinque a volte è una cosuccia graziosissima.

What Is Punishable By Death In Bible

Sweet Memories of the subsurface

Dostoevskij, F.M.(1942). Memorie del sottosuolo, Ed. Einaudi, Torino. Pag.34-36

Forse voi pensate, signori, che io sia pazzo? Permettetemi ch'io mi spieghi. D'accordo: l'uomo è un animale per eccellenza costruttivo, condannato a tendere coscientemente verso la meta e ad esercitare l'arte dell'ingegneria, cioè a tracciarsi eternamente ed incessantemente una strada, sebbene diretta dove che sia . Ma gli viene voglia, alle volte, di sgattaiolare di fianco forse appunto perché è costretto ad aprir questa strada, e magari, ancora, perché, per quanto stupido sia in generale l'uomo d'azione e immediato, tuttavia gli comes to mind that sometimes the road is almost always directed where it is , and that the main thing is not where it goes, but it has a direction, and that the boy sober, trasurando the art of engineering not succumb to a fatal idleness, which, as is known, is the father of all vices. He loves to build roads and track, is indisputable. But why he loves to love the destruction and chaos? Tell me a bit '! But on this I also want to say two words separately. Could it be that he loves so much destruction and chaos (because it is undisputed that at times he loves, that's it), because he instinctively teme di raggiungere la meta e di ultimare l'edificio in costruzione? Che ne sapete? forse l'edificio lo ama solo da lontano, e nient'affatto da vicino; forse ama unicamente costruirlo e non viverci dentro, riservandolo poi aux animaux domestiques , come formiche, montoni, ecc. ecc. Ecco, le formiche hanno tutt'altro gusto. Esse hanno un solo meraviglioso edificio dello stesso genere, inalterabile in eterno: il formicaio.
Dal formicaio le rispettabili formiche hanno cominciato, e col formicaio sicuramente finiranno, cosa che fa molto onore alla loro costanza e al loro carattere positivo. Ma l'uomo è un essere leggero e d'ingrato aspetto e, forse, come il giocatore di scacchi, non ama che il processo attraverso il quale raggiunge il fine, e non il fine stesso. E chi sa (garantirlo non si può), forse anche tutto il fine a cui tende l'umanità sulla terra è racchiuso unicamente in questo solo ininterrotto processo di raggiungimento, o, per dirla altrimenti, nella vita stessa, e non propriamente nel fine, che, s'intende, non deve essere se non il due per due quattro, cioè una formula; ma, del resto, il due per due quattro non è più vita, signori, bensì il principio della morte. Per lo meno, l'uomo ha sempre avuto un certo timore di questo due per due quattro, e io lo temo anche ora. Mettiamo pure che l'uomo non fa che cercare questo due per due quattro, valica gli oceani, sacrifica la vita in questa ricerca, ma di scoprirlo, di trovarlo effettivamente, vi giuro che ne ha come paura. Infatti egli sente che, non appena l'avrà trovato, non ci sarà più nulla da cercare. I lavoratori, finito il lavoro, per lo meno ricevono il denaro, vanno alla bettola, poi finiscono al commissariato: be', sono occupazioni che bastano per una settimana. Ma l'uomo dove va? Quanto meno, ogni volta si nota in lui un che d'impacciato nel momento in cui raggiunge cosiffatti fini. Il fatto di raggiungerli gli piace, ma averli raggiunti non proprio, e questo, certo, è straordinariamente ridicolo. Insomma, l'uomo è congegnato in un modo buffo; in tutto ciò, evidentemente, c'è un gioco di parole. Ma il due per due quattro è pur sempre una cosa arcinsopportabile. Il due per due quattro, secondo la mia opinione, non è che sfacciataggine. Il due per due quattro si dà delle arie, vi attraversa la strada con le mani sui fianchi e sputa. Sono d'accordo anche io che il due per due quattro è una cosa eccellente; ma se proprio si ha da lodar tutto, anche il due per due cinque a volte è una cosuccia graziosissima.

Best Air Rifle Scopes

Clara Venus

Ho pensato a te in varie situazioni, e tra queste quella di immaginarti pressata tra uno scorrimano e una panchina, costretta a dello stretching forzato per aggrapparti alle apposite maniglie, il tutto mentre un ragazzetto, approfittando della contiguità forzata, ne approfitta per palparti il sedere. Ma no, perché accontentarsi di a fleeting contact that occurs through a pocket, where the hidden hand opens a coward and still feel? But why not look for real estate firm that is taking action: property to preserve that good faith with a daring attempt of keys could no longer rely on and further immobility close to indifference. How could I write there? The tram
was not the place for you. I had to write elsewhere.
If that boy would be happy to lock yourself in a situation to the good of forced cohabitation, but I want you free between the lines of a new page, at least.
will speak here, the wind and the twenty-five readers of this space. I'll talk to you, Clara, Your brave smile that defies the gray autumn, the enthusiasm that you put your students to explain the Middle Ages, only to ask me clarification on the new conceptual representation of feudalism, as I was pulling out with the old, obsolete, pyramid feudal, now destroyed by the blows of a tough history. Will also speak of your independence of modern woman, but also the inadequacy of the string that binds you to me within the walls of a fitness center. I'll talk your way to sexy step, and selfless disregard of looks, because the focus is all the conversation to the phone, then I will speak of your future arthritis in his left shoulder, as to have a conversation the phone must be stuck between the humerus and the cheek, as the hands are busy reading. I will speak of the innocent look that you wear when I come to look after five minutes that you walk in the room with tools that make drawing-room, and the way you shrug when you can not find the right equipment (you've already noticed that his left shoulder gets less? ). I will speak of your bag like a shadow that follows you, then I'll give you a lock, because she has the right to relax sometimes. I will speak also of the factor "P" that makes you lack, but you know that repeat endlessly compensate with beautiful smiles. I will speak of your discretion in speaking of your colleagues, by golly: there are things che non confesserei mai a me stesso, ma che a te direi dopo solo due birre. Peccato che per uscire vuoi che ti passi a prendere dirottando un tram; sono salito sul 24 per studiare la situazione, per vedere come si può realizzare la cosa, ma ho visto acqua per terra, persone che spingevano, ecc. Insomma: un disastro, staresti stretta e qualche ragazzino proverebbe a toccarti il culo, lo so. Infine parlerò di quanto sei inaffidabile, perché prendi tanti impegni che poi non mantieni, rimandando a un futuro indefinito. Perbacco, Clara, quante cose che ho da dire su di te; temo di non farcela oggi, lo farò un'altra volta.

Best Air Rifle Scopes

Clara Venus

Ho pensato a te in varie situazioni, e tra queste quella di immaginarti pressata tra uno scorrimano e una panchina, costretta a dello stretching forzato per aggrapparti alle apposite maniglie, il tutto mentre un ragazzetto, approfittando della contiguità forzata, ne approfitta per palparti il sedere. Ma no, perché accontentarsi di a fleeting contact that occurs through a pocket, where the hidden hand opens a coward and still feel? But why not look for real estate firm that is taking action: property to preserve that good faith with a daring attempt of keys could no longer rely on and further immobility close to indifference. How could I write there? The tram
was not the place for you. I had to write elsewhere.
If that boy would be happy to lock yourself in a situation to the good of forced cohabitation, but I want you free between the lines of a new page, at least.
will speak here, the wind and the twenty-five readers of this space. I'll talk to you, Clara, Your brave smile that defies the gray autumn, the enthusiasm that you put your students to explain the Middle Ages, only to ask me clarification on the new conceptual representation of feudalism, as I was pulling out with the old, obsolete, pyramid feudal, now destroyed by the blows of a tough history. Will also speak of your independence of modern woman, but also the inadequacy of the string that binds you to me within the walls of a fitness center. I'll talk your way to sexy step, and selfless disregard of looks, because the focus is all the conversation to the phone, then I will speak of your future arthritis in his left shoulder, as to have a conversation the phone must be stuck between the humerus and the cheek, as the hands are busy reading. I will speak of the innocent look that you wear when I come to look after five minutes that you walk in the room with tools that make drawing-room, and the way you shrug when you can not find the right equipment (you've already noticed that his left shoulder gets less? ). I will speak of your bag like a shadow that follows you, then I'll give you a lock, because she has the right to relax sometimes. I will speak also of the factor "P" that makes you lack, but you know that repeat endlessly compensate with beautiful smiles. I will speak of your discretion in speaking of your colleagues, by golly: there are things che non confesserei mai a me stesso, ma che a te direi dopo solo due birre. Peccato che per uscire vuoi che ti passi a prendere dirottando un tram; sono salito sul 24 per studiare la situazione, per vedere come si può realizzare la cosa, ma ho visto acqua per terra, persone che spingevano, ecc. Insomma: un disastro, staresti stretta e qualche ragazzino proverebbe a toccarti il culo, lo so. Infine parlerò di quanto sei inaffidabile, perché prendi tanti impegni che poi non mantieni, rimandando a un futuro indefinito. Perbacco, Clara, quante cose che ho da dire su di te; temo di non farcela oggi, lo farò un'altra volta.

Cystic Degeneration Of A Colloid Nodule

W tram


Un bacio stridente, ruota e rotaia, acciaio su steel, stop the beast. At the end of the metal whistle following the opening of the doors, and the inevitable rush commuter rushes out immediately, sending the crowd of travelers in its wake the anxiety of the stamp card. The ticket was stamped instead? Collect, not less, and keeps for himself, insults and curses that the new passengers who treasured it prepares to climb into their warm coats, and now all that has been hurled against the fugitive rude, now inurbatosi in the jungle of buildings, including the accompanying entourage can be ready to go, do it slowly, simulating a false calm, like to point out that it was rude to them before and what is virtuous; però, qualche spintone è purtuttavia immancabile.
L'apertura delle porte di un tram è sempre un evento dirompente per tutti. Per chi non deve scendere, la fermata è solo una seccatura: vuoi perché bisogna spostarsi perché l'immancabile vecchietta dietro di te ha già fatto un sondaggio su chi deve scendere e chi no; vuoi perché chi ha veramente fretta tra il rallentamento e la ripartenza lenta perde ben due minuti per questa fermata inutile (“ghe n'è v'una a trisènt meter, e v'una indrìo, chi l'ha prugetàt la linea capii minga n'cas!”). C'è poi chi sale, e c'è chi scende. Chi ha fatto un viaggio d'inferno e s'appresta a scendere, vede la Promised Land out of the window, but put his foot as he realizes that the very first act should be to open the umbrella, and it does, of course, among people who had just closed, and is about to rise. Fly a few barks, so that even the man who has recently urbanized feels a little 'lighter. Who will complain rooms within a few minutes for the heat, the smells, for the dirt that's out there. The umbrellas that come from outside, just closed, they begin to leak water in the channel that goes to the floor non-slip ridges, while the boots of workers around the earth deposit, which softened the water of the ridges, it becomes mud. Water and Earth, an association of elements. Outside, after closing the doors, the cold air in November and a few sparks of fire: the cigarette just lit well worth the wait for the next tram. "The next is empty," says one who does not smoke. Too bad it will be an unacceptable delay, and will always be too full of expectations, and will be equal to or worse than dirt, or even host a class of children in average trip, however, once increased, will know soon if c ' is a market nearby, or the supermarkets. There are various types of signals, but that is certainly more reliable than that unmistakable demand that you feel while watching the doors that have just closed, "Excuse me, down to next? ".

Cystic Degeneration Of A Colloid Nodule

W tram


Un bacio stridente, ruota e rotaia, acciaio su steel, stop the beast. At the end of the metal whistle following the opening of the doors, and the inevitable rush commuter rushes out immediately, sending the crowd of travelers in its wake the anxiety of the stamp card. The ticket was stamped instead? Collect, not less, and keeps for himself, insults and curses that the new passengers who treasured it prepares to climb into their warm coats, and now all that has been hurled against the fugitive rude, now inurbatosi in the jungle of buildings, including the accompanying entourage can be ready to go, do it slowly, simulating a false calm, like to point out that it was rude to them before and what is virtuous; però, qualche spintone è purtuttavia immancabile.
L'apertura delle porte di un tram è sempre un evento dirompente per tutti. Per chi non deve scendere, la fermata è solo una seccatura: vuoi perché bisogna spostarsi perché l'immancabile vecchietta dietro di te ha già fatto un sondaggio su chi deve scendere e chi no; vuoi perché chi ha veramente fretta tra il rallentamento e la ripartenza lenta perde ben due minuti per questa fermata inutile (“ghe n'è v'una a trisènt meter, e v'una indrìo, chi l'ha prugetàt la linea capii minga n'cas!”). C'è poi chi sale, e c'è chi scende. Chi ha fatto un viaggio d'inferno e s'appresta a scendere, vede la Promised Land out of the window, but put his foot as he realizes that the very first act should be to open the umbrella, and it does, of course, among people who had just closed, and is about to rise. Fly a few barks, so that even the man who has recently urbanized feels a little 'lighter. Who will complain rooms within a few minutes for the heat, the smells, for the dirt that's out there. The umbrellas that come from outside, just closed, they begin to leak water in the channel that goes to the floor non-slip ridges, while the boots of workers around the earth deposit, which softened the water of the ridges, it becomes mud. Water and Earth, an association of elements. Outside, after closing the doors, the cold air in November and a few sparks of fire: the cigarette just lit well worth the wait for the next tram. "The next is empty," says one who does not smoke. Too bad it will be an unacceptable delay, and will always be too full of expectations, and will be equal to or worse than dirt, or even host a class of children in average trip, however, once increased, will know soon if c ' is a market nearby, or the supermarkets. There are various types of signals, but that is certainly more reliable than that unmistakable demand that you feel while watching the doors that have just closed, "Excuse me, down to next? ".

Beach Vollyball Cameltoe

Memoirs of a pedestrian progressive

We're just pieces of wood - in your own words. Since we are not physically independent, you think we are inanimate, but not exactly so. We move you, are you moving troops into battle, it is true, but this does not mean that we do not have life.
Alt: I must stop already! Continue to call this a "battle", in reality do nothing but make us run back and forth like crazy, and when you send us to occupy a position in which he was a brother of like us, but in a different color, you say we have "eaten". And we're cannibals? Blessed one who is "eaten", instead, at least be a bit 'off and rest, have time to reflect on their mistakes, and then the box is much more comfortable than here, you can lie in the box. Know that the writer is now a pedestrian is in front on the first line, and knows what it means to be "eaten." Closed
parentheses. I was saying that each of us, each component of the army, is, during the "battle" - also postponed the deadline on, but if you do not understand, I am a black pawn never kill (pardon, "eat" for you people idiots) a brother, even if it is not my color, but you pseudo-humanoid brain with this thing of violence towards those who are of different colors you have even a little 'blood, I guess. Well, everything we used to say that you at your convenience, we believe only pieces of wood attached to the base with a wrap of green velvet, for us to prevent hang on ... what you call it? .. ah yes, "the board". What a stupid name, the form does not talk about it. If you are convinced that this is a battle, then you could do a similar field in a forest, a desert, or maybe the steppe, as stupid idea to make us kill barrel from Russia. But no, the field is made of black and white squares, perfectly regular in shape, no traps, pitfalls, rivers, bridges, swamps, shady areas than others. We are two armies that face the same potential in an area of \u200b\u200babsolute geometric regularity, perfectly symmetrical. Where you've never seen a war like this? It seems a battle lab, rather.
Uff ... know that I continue to dwell on these trifles and terms that you used in human and ends that I can not say what I mean.
I try to pick up the thread, I said to you that we are mere pieces of wood to run back and forth, and believe that we have no real soul? You, you will not think of the sadness of a bishop who is placed on the white box and live knowing that will never run around happy su diagonali di caselle nere; questo è ingiusto, ma è meglio che non torni sulla fissa che avete per i colori. E del Cavallo? Che dire a proposito del Cavallo? Lo fate muovere soltanto in quel modo bizzarro; pensate forse che un Cavallo non possa galoppare dritto? Ah già, essendo nata in Russia l’idea di questo bellissimo gioco, probabilmente eravate ciucchi di vodka nel momento in cui avete deciso le regole. E zac! Un momento di ubriachezza e avete scolpito nella pietra regole immutabili nell’eternità. La prova? Malgrado ci sia stata la Rivoluzione francese, noi non ci siamo ancora liberati dell’ ancient regime . Nel nostro quadrato figlio della perfezione assoluta non è ancora giunto il concetto dell'eguaglianza. We the Kings, yet! They have absolute freedom of movement, they, however, because in the minds of many stereotypes you people prevail, here the King, to reflect your imagination, are old and lame, and they are moved barely one step at a time, like me, the rest , except that I'm young, agile and alert, yet I move one step at a time anyway. Ah yes, the first time I move I concede two boxes: kindness, or haste on the part of both armies to get the other one in the army? Meanwhile the King is sitting back, repaired, if need castle as well (this later ...). Like all wars, this is a war between powerful, and send the rest of us as cannon fodder, in front, the front line. And what about a bit 'of the Tower? Since when do these fortresses of weight and size move so fast, even faster than horses.
But apart from the system of social inequality in which we are living apart from the caste of privileged people, apart from acts of racism which stain us against our will, apart from the shame of having to change the name depending on the box that deal (I think that this goes against the fundamental rights of every man), the most serious thing is that you think that chess we do not have a soul. Ridiculous. We're just pieces of wood, right? Let me tell you what happened to me lately.
I told you that I am a pawn, maybe I have not yet revealed the color: Black is quiet I was in my box, surrounded by reflections involved (I have a dream: the social equity and peace in the world) when a suddenly jumped by a white horse was the first time in front of me had disappeared a tower of my regiment (this has the paranormal all of us we're still wondering how it was possible, but if you like it ...). I have not had no chance to say goodbye quell'amichevole mass of brick on which to support the back when the King and Queen are not around, that .. poof .. was pulverized on the spot, without even any rubble that remained on the ground.
As I racked my brains I noticed immediately in front of me along the path vacated by the Horse, the most beautiful creature I had ever seen in my short career as a setback, a beautiful specimen of the White Queen. Oh, but you should see it! Imagine a blond angel, dressed in an elegant white fabric - fabric so forget them there in the West - with two braids on the shoulders drooping, that despite all the races done in all directions timidly smell fresh. High enough, wrapped in a princely dress that gave the idea of \u200b\u200bsoft, and that is not committed enough to conceal a body lean and balanced, but what attracted me most was the smell of fresh that you carry around. I'm not good at recognizing the smells, I was born here, and I'm always in this area shielded from wood, but thanks to you now I know the smell of roses and balsam. And that personality golly! What style, grace, that elegance in their movements! I kept an eye on a bit ', not forgetting even to outline a few smiles to me whenever the opportunity arose to do so without being tried for the crime of high treason.
Now, for example, there is no one around, I find myself in an area a bit 'desolate - are in the right quadrant is the part where the army ... Uff ... way, to understand: they are G6, which we first . I said, there is almost no one, soltanto un fratello, un Pedone che sta nella casella dietro di me, la cui lancia mi difende; a lui devo dire grazie: prima un Alfiere mi guardava in modo minaccioso. Era il classico ghigno malefico degli uomini di Chiesa, e ho avuto paura per una manciata di minuti (equivalenti a due mosse a testa; ma quanto siete lenti a pensare?!), ovvero fino a quando il vescovo dal sorriso satanico non si è visto zompare sullo sterno un equinosauro di 150 kg. Penserai di esser finito nel Regno dei Cieli, caro mio, ma secondo me sei finito soltanto nella scatola.
Passano i turni, Lei mi è vicina, a volte molto vicina, a volte è talmente vicina che rimango inebriato da quel profumo, così perdo la cognizione del tempo e rimango stordito nella my box, which the company thought of you I do not even narrower and narrower, but instead seems to be perfectly fitting to my small way, I do not want smaller or larger, in fact sometimes I forget even what color it is. Then she disappears, he goes somewhere, I go back and rationally. When I get down from the clouds are a thousand thoughts, but one predominates over all others: the terrible fear that my have eaten the (pass me the term I prefer to write "eaten" to say that it ended with the bishop in a box dark). I rintristisco I Corinth; here now this box is disgusting me close again, I would like to move fast, like the other pieces, più liberamente, vorrei poter girare tutte e 64 le caselle e andare a vedere adesso dove si trova, assicurarmi che sia salva, che non sia ferita e che sul suo viso sia ancora acceso quel candore luminoso; vorrei spingerla dolcemente contro il muro fortificato di una Torre, abbracciarla e baciarla in modo passionale; vorrei fuochi d'artificio in sottofondo, e applausi del castellano.
In realtà non posso muovermi da qui, per via delle vostre stupide regole.
Sempre regole, regole, regole. Mi tengono inchiodato qui, in questo punto anonimo, lontano dal gioco. Tutto si muove velocemente, pare che il resto della mia truppa conduca una battaglia il cui tempo è orchestrato dall'odio. Tutti si muovono frenetici a sbattono i piedi con eccessiva crudeness of movement, and I, still, are peace and love in person, and I do not want the clatter of knives around here scratch my thoughts that make graceful turns to it.
But here she comes back. Wow, how beautiful! She looks at me, smiles at me, too. Want to know how my brother has "eaten"? I'll tell you: zero. It is harmless, you see, I read it in his eyes, which are not bloodshot like those of all the others here, but they want peace and love, like mine. She and I are the only ones who understand that we are not in battle. We will go along, you'll see. In this square there will be monotonous while the bank of a stream which spread, we'll talk a lot, I'll tell myself, I dirà di lei; mi illuminerà il volto col chiarore del suo sguardo, poi faremo all'amore sotto le stelle e fianco a fianco ci addormenteremo.
Ad un tratto sento un rumore di passi, un velo di polvere si solleva da terra. Mi passa davanti il Pedone mio fratello, quello che mi proteggeva. “Stai attento”, mi fa passandomi a destra, “ti vedo distratto”.
Di lì in poi non ricordo nulla, ho sbattuto varie volte la testa facendo capriole avanti e indietro. Non ho la chiara percezione di cosa potesse essermi successo, ma devo essere stato travolto da qualcosa che con la forza di un tornado e la velocità di un fulmine mi ha scaraventato qui fuori dal mondo. Ora vedo tutto nero. Tenebre, nulla attorno a me a parte un smile that turns into the darkness of this cave is also disgustingly boxy. The grin of the clergy. In the hand I hold a piece of fine cloth that comes from the East. The smell, it smells fresh.

Here's the story from another point of view: Confessions of a Queen
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