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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.