Thursday, December 31, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Nj Hs Referee Schools
Soloscacchi.
Posted on a website chess one of my most creative imaginative leaps. You can find it here (as well as on these pages, of course).
thank the staff of Soloscacchi for visibility.
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Once again, thanks e i saluti al portale sopracitato.
Nj Hs Referee Schools
Soloscacchi.
Posted on a website chess one of my most creative imaginative leaps. You can find it here (as well as on these pages, of course).
thank the staff of Soloscacchi for visibility.
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Once again, thanks e i saluti al portale sopracitato.
Asus Express Gate Incomplete
Uff ... And all that's behind
Uff... Ecco fatto, ma che stanchezza!
Ecco fatto cosa?, direte voi; e che hai da lamentarti, che non hai ancora scritto niente?! Questo è quel che pare di là, belli. Ma voi giungete qui soltanto a giochi fatti, e non potete sapere cosa c'è dietro quell' Uff; o meglio, cosa c'era stato prima. Voi lettori arrivate giusto in tempo per vedere il neonato in braccio alla mamma, già in fasce, bell'e ripulito dal sangue, piagnucolante come si vuole in ogni parto andato perfettamente. Voi arrivate soltanto nella fase del tutto bene quel che finisce bene.
In realtà conception of a writing is a big job. A tandem of shares cross-write and erase, rewrite and erase and erase and rewrite, a continuous limellare words also beautiful, because next to other words, equally beautiful, end for some reason who knows how to play badly and so every correction there, somewhere, a balance that is broken.
But no wait, say 'play hurt' means you have already identified a problem, and this is a luxury rarely granted us. The real drama is rather what has no taste, that pulls the reader along a steep path, the slowness takes away the oxygen and enthusiasm, and forces him to return on foot. Who usually does not write, can not understand this. Besides, if I did not mess up how long it takes you to find the right light to take a picture, please you do the same with me, okay?
thus retaining the work and learn to see the sweat backlit on a page that appears white and white - but not white.
Then again: "Phew, that tired and how much blood behind this facade of correct grammar.
Ecco fatto cosa?, direte voi; e che hai da lamentarti, che non hai ancora scritto niente?! Questo è quel che pare di là, belli. Ma voi giungete qui soltanto a giochi fatti, e non potete sapere cosa c'è dietro quell' Uff; o meglio, cosa c'era stato prima. Voi lettori arrivate giusto in tempo per vedere il neonato in braccio alla mamma, già in fasce, bell'e ripulito dal sangue, piagnucolante come si vuole in ogni parto andato perfettamente. Voi arrivate soltanto nella fase del tutto bene quel che finisce bene.
In realtà conception of a writing is a big job. A tandem of shares cross-write and erase, rewrite and erase and erase and rewrite, a continuous limellare words also beautiful, because next to other words, equally beautiful, end for some reason who knows how to play badly and so every correction there, somewhere, a balance that is broken.
But no wait, say 'play hurt' means you have already identified a problem, and this is a luxury rarely granted us. The real drama is rather what has no taste, that pulls the reader along a steep path, the slowness takes away the oxygen and enthusiasm, and forces him to return on foot. Who usually does not write, can not understand this. Besides, if I did not mess up how long it takes you to find the right light to take a picture, please you do the same with me, okay?
thus retaining the work and learn to see the sweat backlit on a page that appears white and white - but not white.
Then again: "Phew, that tired and how much blood behind this facade of correct grammar.
Asus Express Gate Incomplete
Uff ... And all that's behind
Uff... Ecco fatto, ma che stanchezza!
Ecco fatto cosa?, direte voi; e che hai da lamentarti, che non hai ancora scritto niente?! Questo è quel che pare di là, belli. Ma voi giungete qui soltanto a giochi fatti, e non potete sapere cosa c'è dietro quell' Uff; o meglio, cosa c'era stato prima. Voi lettori arrivate giusto in tempo per vedere il neonato in braccio alla mamma, già in fasce, bell'e ripulito dal sangue, piagnucolante come si vuole in ogni parto andato perfettamente. Voi arrivate soltanto nella fase del tutto bene quel che finisce bene.
In realtà conception of a writing is a big job. A tandem of shares cross-write and erase, rewrite and erase and erase and rewrite, a continuous limellare words also beautiful, because next to other words, equally beautiful, end for some reason who knows how to play badly and so every correction there, somewhere, a balance that is broken.
But no wait, say 'play hurt' means you have already identified a problem, and this is a luxury rarely granted us. The real drama is rather what has no taste, that pulls the reader along a steep path, the slowness takes away the oxygen and enthusiasm, and forces him to return on foot. Who usually does not write, can not understand this. Besides, if I did not mess up how long it takes you to find the right light to take a picture, please you do the same with me, okay?
thus retaining the work and learn to see the sweat backlit on a page that appears white and white - but not white.
Then again: "Phew, that tired and how much blood behind this facade of correct grammar.
Ecco fatto cosa?, direte voi; e che hai da lamentarti, che non hai ancora scritto niente?! Questo è quel che pare di là, belli. Ma voi giungete qui soltanto a giochi fatti, e non potete sapere cosa c'è dietro quell' Uff; o meglio, cosa c'era stato prima. Voi lettori arrivate giusto in tempo per vedere il neonato in braccio alla mamma, già in fasce, bell'e ripulito dal sangue, piagnucolante come si vuole in ogni parto andato perfettamente. Voi arrivate soltanto nella fase del tutto bene quel che finisce bene.
In realtà conception of a writing is a big job. A tandem of shares cross-write and erase, rewrite and erase and erase and rewrite, a continuous limellare words also beautiful, because next to other words, equally beautiful, end for some reason who knows how to play badly and so every correction there, somewhere, a balance that is broken.
But no wait, say 'play hurt' means you have already identified a problem, and this is a luxury rarely granted us. The real drama is rather what has no taste, that pulls the reader along a steep path, the slowness takes away the oxygen and enthusiasm, and forces him to return on foot. Who usually does not write, can not understand this. Besides, if I did not mess up how long it takes you to find the right light to take a picture, please you do the same with me, okay?
thus retaining the work and learn to see the sweat backlit on a page that appears white and white - but not white.
Then again: "Phew, that tired and how much blood behind this facade of correct grammar.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
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skater
Upon entering I noticed how crowded the track density skaters, maybe something like fifty people in more than usual: a hundred more shoes, quindi.
Tra questi, due in particolare catturarono la mia attenzione. Due trentotto bianchi, coi laccetti azzurrini; proprio di questi parlerò, e della fanciulla che li indossava.
Riguardo la sua età sarò volutamente vago: dirò soltanto che è giovane – che tanto detto da un trentatreenne vuol dire tutto e niente. Del resto, non avendoci parlato, non potrei sbilanciarmi nemmeno volendo. E comunque non voglio: cercando di azzardare un'età non solo rischierei di sbagliare di troppo, ma facendone una questione di numeri farei un torto alla sua eleganza, che essendo espressione artistica esula dai confini del tempo.
I noticed almost as soon as he entered, or because the human eye is hopelessly attracted to the beautiful - and with "good" I mean first of a whole artistic beauty. But then if this beauty is the daughter of a human beauty, then catches the eye even before now, and take another look at the name admire.
In such a context is the primary description of the shoes. Two thirty-eight, white. They were the ones on the house, who you are "lent" if you did not, she had a few personal, professional, I think. A thirty-eight, perhaps, with two pale blue lace hugged the foot. That foot that if I could admire him closely would you say for sure that is the same as yours, why do not you know how it can be capable of pirouettes you see. Origami meat.
blacks faded jeans and tight for two spindly legs, a little more than two cigarettes. A bit 'higher up, the pants were filled with curvy thighs and seat: the practice of a sport like that could not be prevented from achieving a certain tone. The trunk unfortunately gave less evidence of himself, as he was locked up in a white hooded sweatshirt. We can say however that the threadlike structure was recovering in a breast in harmony with his legs to cigarette, which does not betray the sports suspension. Il bianco della felpa abbinava i pattini, e assieme ad essi risaltava. Un bianco cigno per colori, per eleganza di movimenti. Potrei chiamarla Grazia, ma non lo farò. Come per l'età, anche il suo nome non c'entra nulla con la poesia che esprimeva nei movimenti. Del resto l'anagrafica, da che mondo è mondo, è sempre stata la prima vittima sacrificale della produzione artistica. Vogliamo indagare, a scopo di sondaggio, qual è la percentuale di persone che conoscono Emiliano Verace? Sarà senz'altro molto bassa, potete contarci. Agli stessi intervistati fate invece il nome di Vasco Rossi, e inizieranno a cantare a squarciagola.
Quanto a lei, le sue sigarette dipingevano d'invisibile Following the slab, graceful, with soft brush strokes of an artist. Her stride?: Poetry whose steps are crossed like the verse in enjambmoint. While she played, trod the stage of Shakespeare, and knew not to play the part of a star.
Too bad my skills skater does not allow me to get myself noticed, if I excel in anything, certainly not something that has wheels. How could never be a shoe "Bravi" alongside her, supremely elegant, and convincing him to reach the hurdles for a chat? No, a skater Bravin could not focus on this more suitable to the context. Bravini Who knows how many skaters were there! Then there da dire che il bravino umile, che sa di essere solo bravino – e perciò sta lì zitto al suo posto, senza chiedere nulla – può suscitare benevolenza; ma non certo il bravino che vuol essere notato! Oh no, quello nonostante abbia così poco da far vedere, è lì che chiede di essere guardato: risulta persino odioso.
Benché chiedere attenzione sul suo campo sarebbe stato un passo falso, era pur sempre un modo per essere notati. Ma fondo io nemmeno di passi sbilenchi potevo muovermi per attirare l'attenzione, perché io non sono nemmeno “bravino”.
Giravo attorno a una fiumana di gente che girava attorno a una fiumana di gente. Each skater had a neutron in the middle of a storm of electrons that revolve around, and was a geometric center surrounded by concentric circles formed by individual points. Each dot, each skater, in turn, redefined the constellation from his point of view became the center with concentric orbits around other dots to wrap, including the old center. Life is a theater in which everyone plays the title role. She was the protagonist of his building, but also mine. Observer merciless as they are, that day I lived two lives.
Among these spots that I went sideways, from time to time there was a resplendent that irritated my attention. Those scissors cigarettes always graceful, giving each the right stride length, without ever stabaccare neither more nor less than necessary. You know the complete mastery that has a player towards the ball while dribbling? The legs move with precision and timing in mathematics, science: the rules over the man, unchangeable and untouchable, but all human creativity is, free from any kind of forms. And she imposts superb, drawing anarchist Euclidean geometry. Probably the tracks left by his shoes are also thirty-eight in accordance with EEC, and maybe even smell.
From my not being able to follow the swan - nor was it considered affordable - I would just along the square path at my own pace, content to admire the harmony of his movements when they support me, sometimes progressing forward, others back without ever lose the grace even for a moment.
Someone in the group with which I must have noticed my absence, but knowing my individual character (and sometimes even pretend to accept it), they had detected no specific oddities in my behavior: the usual eye that scrutinizes everything from 'high, which justifies my head in the clouds, the usual sketches on notebook, which will take who knows what to say. None of them was surprised when it disappeared.
happened when The DJ stopped the music to give information of service: he invited all the skaters to leave the track to redo the ice. There I lost and I walked away from the group to try, but nothing, I saw her more. Maybe that would stop to shine off the track? It was one of those strong animals in their habitat away but completely vulnerable?
I turned a bit 'and found myself at the bar. I took time ordering a coffee, not because they were willing, but rather to justify my presence there, next to her and her friends. I noticed, perhaps even had understood everything. At that moment he turned and seemed to smile, then pulled the last drop in coca cola and walked away from the counter: he prepared to return to his habitat.
A moment later swallowed that bitter coffee puffing. The ice in his glass seemed to melt quickly, too quickly, as if to say: time passes too quickly for those in the margins to cover the show. The track was again ready, and with the passing of skates on ice floe, the friction raised sbuffetti invisible smoke.
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skater
Upon entering I noticed how crowded the track density skaters, maybe something like fifty people in more than usual: a hundred more shoes, quindi.
Tra questi, due in particolare catturarono la mia attenzione. Due trentotto bianchi, coi laccetti azzurrini; proprio di questi parlerò, e della fanciulla che li indossava.
Riguardo la sua età sarò volutamente vago: dirò soltanto che è giovane – che tanto detto da un trentatreenne vuol dire tutto e niente. Del resto, non avendoci parlato, non potrei sbilanciarmi nemmeno volendo. E comunque non voglio: cercando di azzardare un'età non solo rischierei di sbagliare di troppo, ma facendone una questione di numeri farei un torto alla sua eleganza, che essendo espressione artistica esula dai confini del tempo.
I noticed almost as soon as he entered, or because the human eye is hopelessly attracted to the beautiful - and with "good" I mean first of a whole artistic beauty. But then if this beauty is the daughter of a human beauty, then catches the eye even before now, and take another look at the name admire.
In such a context is the primary description of the shoes. Two thirty-eight, white. They were the ones on the house, who you are "lent" if you did not, she had a few personal, professional, I think. A thirty-eight, perhaps, with two pale blue lace hugged the foot. That foot that if I could admire him closely would you say for sure that is the same as yours, why do not you know how it can be capable of pirouettes you see. Origami meat.
blacks faded jeans and tight for two spindly legs, a little more than two cigarettes. A bit 'higher up, the pants were filled with curvy thighs and seat: the practice of a sport like that could not be prevented from achieving a certain tone. The trunk unfortunately gave less evidence of himself, as he was locked up in a white hooded sweatshirt. We can say however that the threadlike structure was recovering in a breast in harmony with his legs to cigarette, which does not betray the sports suspension. Il bianco della felpa abbinava i pattini, e assieme ad essi risaltava. Un bianco cigno per colori, per eleganza di movimenti. Potrei chiamarla Grazia, ma non lo farò. Come per l'età, anche il suo nome non c'entra nulla con la poesia che esprimeva nei movimenti. Del resto l'anagrafica, da che mondo è mondo, è sempre stata la prima vittima sacrificale della produzione artistica. Vogliamo indagare, a scopo di sondaggio, qual è la percentuale di persone che conoscono Emiliano Verace? Sarà senz'altro molto bassa, potete contarci. Agli stessi intervistati fate invece il nome di Vasco Rossi, e inizieranno a cantare a squarciagola.
Quanto a lei, le sue sigarette dipingevano d'invisibile Following the slab, graceful, with soft brush strokes of an artist. Her stride?: Poetry whose steps are crossed like the verse in enjambmoint. While she played, trod the stage of Shakespeare, and knew not to play the part of a star.
Too bad my skills skater does not allow me to get myself noticed, if I excel in anything, certainly not something that has wheels. How could never be a shoe "Bravi" alongside her, supremely elegant, and convincing him to reach the hurdles for a chat? No, a skater Bravin could not focus on this more suitable to the context. Bravini Who knows how many skaters were there! Then there da dire che il bravino umile, che sa di essere solo bravino – e perciò sta lì zitto al suo posto, senza chiedere nulla – può suscitare benevolenza; ma non certo il bravino che vuol essere notato! Oh no, quello nonostante abbia così poco da far vedere, è lì che chiede di essere guardato: risulta persino odioso.
Benché chiedere attenzione sul suo campo sarebbe stato un passo falso, era pur sempre un modo per essere notati. Ma fondo io nemmeno di passi sbilenchi potevo muovermi per attirare l'attenzione, perché io non sono nemmeno “bravino”.
Giravo attorno a una fiumana di gente che girava attorno a una fiumana di gente. Each skater had a neutron in the middle of a storm of electrons that revolve around, and was a geometric center surrounded by concentric circles formed by individual points. Each dot, each skater, in turn, redefined the constellation from his point of view became the center with concentric orbits around other dots to wrap, including the old center. Life is a theater in which everyone plays the title role. She was the protagonist of his building, but also mine. Observer merciless as they are, that day I lived two lives.
Among these spots that I went sideways, from time to time there was a resplendent that irritated my attention. Those scissors cigarettes always graceful, giving each the right stride length, without ever stabaccare neither more nor less than necessary. You know the complete mastery that has a player towards the ball while dribbling? The legs move with precision and timing in mathematics, science: the rules over the man, unchangeable and untouchable, but all human creativity is, free from any kind of forms. And she imposts superb, drawing anarchist Euclidean geometry. Probably the tracks left by his shoes are also thirty-eight in accordance with EEC, and maybe even smell.
From my not being able to follow the swan - nor was it considered affordable - I would just along the square path at my own pace, content to admire the harmony of his movements when they support me, sometimes progressing forward, others back without ever lose the grace even for a moment.
Someone in the group with which I must have noticed my absence, but knowing my individual character (and sometimes even pretend to accept it), they had detected no specific oddities in my behavior: the usual eye that scrutinizes everything from 'high, which justifies my head in the clouds, the usual sketches on notebook, which will take who knows what to say. None of them was surprised when it disappeared.
happened when The DJ stopped the music to give information of service: he invited all the skaters to leave the track to redo the ice. There I lost and I walked away from the group to try, but nothing, I saw her more. Maybe that would stop to shine off the track? It was one of those strong animals in their habitat away but completely vulnerable?
I turned a bit 'and found myself at the bar. I took time ordering a coffee, not because they were willing, but rather to justify my presence there, next to her and her friends. I noticed, perhaps even had understood everything. At that moment he turned and seemed to smile, then pulled the last drop in coca cola and walked away from the counter: he prepared to return to his habitat.
A moment later swallowed that bitter coffee puffing. The ice in his glass seemed to melt quickly, too quickly, as if to say: time passes too quickly for those in the margins to cover the show. The track was again ready, and with the passing of skates on ice floe, the friction raised sbuffetti invisible smoke.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Does Bleach Kill Scabies On The Skin
[. click!]
Hey hey hey ... I gave you some advice, but know you've done it all. There was my idea to do what you did not get to whine now with me, not thee mica led me to shoot. I never give advice, how could I?! I leave behind those who are wasted among you, if you have been unconvincing. Do not express opinions, not for me to review the legality of the act. I run [. Click!] And that you do not care.
I do not care about you, inflated balloon that now lie lifeless on the floor, legs apart, hands outstretched as if I wanted to embrace the world for the last time, and have not even had time to get rid of that half-smile . Maybe you had a red dot on his chest you have not even understood, perhaps you missed the gravity of the situation in cui ti eri cacciato nel momento in cui giunse rapido come un lampo il mio [.click!].
Allo stesso modo non mi importa di te, carnefice presuntuoso che come uno sfigato mimavi allo specchio il labbro storto di Sylvester Stallone. Un minuto prima pensavi di poter dominare le conseguenze di un gesto simile; e ora guardati: ridotto a una fontanella di sudore. Lo vuoi sapere cosa sei? Sei una sagoma di gesso sdraiata per terra in anticipo all'appuntamento con la scientifica. Guardati come tremi mentre mi serri ancora in quel pugno destro, troppo tremante per chiamarsi pugno. Non posso vederti in faccia ma sono sicuro che non avresti un bell'aspetto. E so per certo a cosa stai pensando: disfarti di me.
Dopo avermi ripulita da aloni pericolosi che permetterebbero di identicarti, mi dimenticherai da qualche parte per depistare le indagini, magari gettandomi da un'auto in corsa. Che non si colleghi a te il mio [.click!] o altrimenti passerai dei guai.
Ma non ti servirà a nulla tutto ciò. Io sono solo uno strumento, non giudico, ascolto le tue idee e non dico che non si può fare; eseguo. Il mio [.click!] è la proiezione delle vostre volontà che attiva il meccanismo che libera la pallottola. Vostro è il pensiero che genera l'azione, vostre sono le responsabilità del gesto e le conseguenze che ne derivano. Io resto fredda indifferente, la stessa di prima, con un colpo in meno nel tamburo.
Disfati pure di me, ma rimarrai per sempre condannato, uomo debole. Il senso di guilt that the first perceived slight slight, it is now intended to beat more and more nervous, and to swell like a cancer under the skin, and that gesture, that [. click!] a few moments ago felt as needed, you soon realize that it was not nothing but bullshit, we're not in a Tarantino movie, you're not John Wayne and that from now on every quavolta shit you hear a siren.
There is only one solution that you scagionerà from this, and my mouth does not recommend, again, all this you feel inside of you is the voice of your conscience. I can only offer you one last shot, a final [. Click!].
In a few hours the room is full of men in uniform. I'm there on the ground, midway between the two bodies. You plot perimeters around bodies before they are lifted, placed in an ambulance and taken away in two sealed bags. The two gauges of plaster that appear to remain in their place of comic strips. To circumnavigate the perimeter of the truth. What is cooler than the body? Who made out of who? Only I know the truth, but as I said, I do not care.
I put in a bag along with other items that can help the investigation. Spoken spesso di me ai tg, ma non ci si chiede con abbastanza coraggio che fine farò. Dove finiscono tutte le armi usate negli omicidi? Forse in una grande stanza, in un'armeria dello Stato raggruppate in cassettoni: armi da fuoco qui, armi bianche là, esplosivi laggiù in fondo. Forse si ritroveranno, non si sa come, nella bottega dell'usato di qualche rigattiere, di nuovo sul mercato. Inquietante, vero? Forse vi inquieterebbe meno sapere che molto presto sbufferò ancora, perché gli uomini deboli sono molti, molti più di quanti voi [.click!] pensiate.
feel that this is not my voice. My voice is a whisper that generates heart-rending thunder, a spark that ignites the air. I am very more lethal, do not give opinions, not speaking, not me uncomfortable to get out words for you to clarify your mouths, to prevent someone from my face snort. Because when that happens, it's too late. This
you are hearing is the your voice. He comes to visit you straight from consciousness, ports to hot for me.
note some pleasing texture: fascinates you keep me in hand and discovered light and heavy at the same time, and turn from left to right palm and vice versa, weighing at each change of hand to answer the riddle, you transmit a sense of security.
You will also notice the elegance: the walnut finish. add to my lethal efficacy across a refined aesthetic that makes me an object of worship as a mere ornament.
Well, do not resist, and what I read on, drawing on the blackboard of your consciousness, you transmit. Do as I tell you then.
front of the mirror, face to face with yourself, think about what you learned from the movies: a t-shirt can be large enough to cover a revolver placed just above the seats: the natural inarcatura low back is enough to Hiding a gauge dimensions. Test; infilamni their pants with beak downward, pulling his shirt off, get the profile and see if it shows. Try walking back and forth, turns a little ' home.
Then do this, it is a speed-gun test: always in the mirror - this time placed in front of you - you estrarmi the lumbar spine without one in front of you noticing, and see if - in less than no time - you can stretch your arms forward and point me in the snout. If you also want to pronounce a sentence of a threat with profanity of your choice.
Although the movements are awkward - let me tell you, I who have given so many are not you the most good - you feel that you have had a sort of test that will promote the elite caste of men, to that category of men who are masters of other men. To those born to the leaders. There are rumors about
che gli uomini sono nati diversi e che la pistola li ha resi uguali ; ed effettivamente grazie alle armi da fuoco anche il più mingherlino (prendo te come esempio perché ti ho qui, ma non ti offendere) potrebbe prevalere sul virile. Ma la stessa frase circola anche nel suo significato opposto: dire che gli uomini sono nati uguali e la pistola li ha resi diversi è un po' come dire che chi ha in mano una pistola è colui che comanda, chi non ha in mano niente è colui che è spacciato.
Quale di queste due versioni ti piace di più?
Penso di averlo già capito: la tua faccia appagata lascia bene poco spazio ai dubbi. Si vede chiaramente quanto serrarmi in questa gabbia di carne che è la your right hand makes you feel feverish and excited.
Do you want to make the big step. Want to try to pull the trigger, I know.
But if you try to slowly bend the index to find out that the resistance is too hard for a man like you soft. Feel the sore finger: a gesture is unnatural for you, you are not used in everyday life to flex the index of strength. Some
bead of sweat appears on your forehead. It is not at all do what you're doing. Look at you. To focus on the gesture, you have abandoned the posture itself. Who do you think of fear in this pose softened?
Those legs should stand on the floor, not distract you even a moment, do not wear out. Who does not know violence is not the fear, but as soon as you leave it meets. And the voice from the right emphasis, takes out some bad word, turd rott'inculo! Dashing good ones arms forward, Christ, you need to see the revolver as an extension of your hand, will not help you feel stronger, if you do not feel strong you first. And another thing: you can not fire the first shot of a mirror of your life, you idiot. Take me out for a ride. Do as I tell you: it will be a real baptism of fire.
you are hearing is the your voice. He comes to visit you straight from consciousness, ports to hot for me.
note some pleasing texture: fascinates you keep me in hand and discovered light and heavy at the same time, and turn from left to right palm and vice versa, weighing at each change of hand to answer the riddle, you transmit a sense of security.
You will also notice the elegance: the walnut finish. add to my lethal efficacy across a refined aesthetic that makes me an object of worship as a mere ornament.
Well, do not resist, and what I read on, drawing on the blackboard of your consciousness, you transmit. Do as I tell you then.
front of the mirror, face to face with yourself, think about what you learned from the movies: a t-shirt can be large enough to cover a revolver placed just above the seats: the natural inarcatura low back is enough to Hiding a gauge dimensions. Test; infilamni their pants with beak downward, pulling his shirt off, get the profile and see if it shows. Try walking back and forth, turns a little ' home.
Then do this, it is a speed-gun test: always in the mirror - this time placed in front of you - you estrarmi the lumbar spine without one in front of you noticing, and see if - in less than no time - you can stretch your arms forward and point me in the snout. If you also want to pronounce a sentence of a threat with profanity of your choice.
Although the movements are awkward - let me tell you, I who have given so many are not you the most good - you feel that you have had a sort of test that will promote the elite caste of men, to that category of men who are masters of other men. To those born to the leaders. There are rumors about
che gli uomini sono nati diversi e che la pistola li ha resi uguali ; ed effettivamente grazie alle armi da fuoco anche il più mingherlino (prendo te come esempio perché ti ho qui, ma non ti offendere) potrebbe prevalere sul virile. Ma la stessa frase circola anche nel suo significato opposto: dire che gli uomini sono nati uguali e la pistola li ha resi diversi è un po' come dire che chi ha in mano una pistola è colui che comanda, chi non ha in mano niente è colui che è spacciato.
Quale di queste due versioni ti piace di più?
Penso di averlo già capito: la tua faccia appagata lascia bene poco spazio ai dubbi. Si vede chiaramente quanto serrarmi in questa gabbia di carne che è la your right hand makes you feel feverish and excited.
Do you want to make the big step. Want to try to pull the trigger, I know.
But if you try to slowly bend the index to find out that the resistance is too hard for a man like you soft. Feel the sore finger: a gesture is unnatural for you, you are not used in everyday life to flex the index of strength. Some
bead of sweat appears on your forehead. It is not at all do what you're doing. Look at you. To focus on the gesture, you have abandoned the posture itself. Who do you think of fear in this pose softened?
Those legs should stand on the floor, not distract you even a moment, do not wear out. Who does not know violence is not the fear, but as soon as you leave it meets. And the voice from the right emphasis, takes out some bad word, turd rott'inculo! Dashing good ones arms forward, Christ, you need to see the revolver as an extension of your hand, will not help you feel stronger, if you do not feel strong you first. And another thing: you can not fire the first shot of a mirror of your life, you idiot. Take me out for a ride. Do as I tell you: it will be a real baptism of fire.
° ° °
Hey hey hey ... I gave you some advice, but know you've done it all. There was my idea to do what you did not get to whine now with me, not thee mica led me to shoot. I never give advice, how could I?! I leave behind those who are wasted among you, if you have been unconvincing. Do not express opinions, not for me to review the legality of the act. I run [. Click!] And that you do not care.
I do not care about you, inflated balloon that now lie lifeless on the floor, legs apart, hands outstretched as if I wanted to embrace the world for the last time, and have not even had time to get rid of that half-smile . Maybe you had a red dot on his chest you have not even understood, perhaps you missed the gravity of the situation in cui ti eri cacciato nel momento in cui giunse rapido come un lampo il mio [.click!].
Allo stesso modo non mi importa di te, carnefice presuntuoso che come uno sfigato mimavi allo specchio il labbro storto di Sylvester Stallone. Un minuto prima pensavi di poter dominare le conseguenze di un gesto simile; e ora guardati: ridotto a una fontanella di sudore. Lo vuoi sapere cosa sei? Sei una sagoma di gesso sdraiata per terra in anticipo all'appuntamento con la scientifica. Guardati come tremi mentre mi serri ancora in quel pugno destro, troppo tremante per chiamarsi pugno. Non posso vederti in faccia ma sono sicuro che non avresti un bell'aspetto. E so per certo a cosa stai pensando: disfarti di me.
Dopo avermi ripulita da aloni pericolosi che permetterebbero di identicarti, mi dimenticherai da qualche parte per depistare le indagini, magari gettandomi da un'auto in corsa. Che non si colleghi a te il mio [.click!] o altrimenti passerai dei guai.
Ma non ti servirà a nulla tutto ciò. Io sono solo uno strumento, non giudico, ascolto le tue idee e non dico che non si può fare; eseguo. Il mio [.click!] è la proiezione delle vostre volontà che attiva il meccanismo che libera la pallottola. Vostro è il pensiero che genera l'azione, vostre sono le responsabilità del gesto e le conseguenze che ne derivano. Io resto fredda indifferente, la stessa di prima, con un colpo in meno nel tamburo.
Disfati pure di me, ma rimarrai per sempre condannato, uomo debole. Il senso di guilt that the first perceived slight slight, it is now intended to beat more and more nervous, and to swell like a cancer under the skin, and that gesture, that [. click!] a few moments ago felt as needed, you soon realize that it was not nothing but bullshit, we're not in a Tarantino movie, you're not John Wayne and that from now on every quavolta shit you hear a siren.
There is only one solution that you scagionerà from this, and my mouth does not recommend, again, all this you feel inside of you is the voice of your conscience. I can only offer you one last shot, a final [. Click!].
° ° °
In a few hours the room is full of men in uniform. I'm there on the ground, midway between the two bodies. You plot perimeters around bodies before they are lifted, placed in an ambulance and taken away in two sealed bags. The two gauges of plaster that appear to remain in their place of comic strips. To circumnavigate the perimeter of the truth. What is cooler than the body? Who made out of who? Only I know the truth, but as I said, I do not care.
I put in a bag along with other items that can help the investigation. Spoken spesso di me ai tg, ma non ci si chiede con abbastanza coraggio che fine farò. Dove finiscono tutte le armi usate negli omicidi? Forse in una grande stanza, in un'armeria dello Stato raggruppate in cassettoni: armi da fuoco qui, armi bianche là, esplosivi laggiù in fondo. Forse si ritroveranno, non si sa come, nella bottega dell'usato di qualche rigattiere, di nuovo sul mercato. Inquietante, vero? Forse vi inquieterebbe meno sapere che molto presto sbufferò ancora, perché gli uomini deboli sono molti, molti più di quanti voi [.click!] pensiate.
Does Bleach Kill Scabies On The Skin
[. click!]
Hey hey hey ... I gave you some advice, but know you've done it all. There was my idea to do what you did not get to whine now with me, not thee mica led me to shoot. I never give advice, how could I?! I leave behind those who are wasted among you, if you have been unconvincing. Do not express opinions, not for me to review the legality of the act. I run [. Click!] And that you do not care.
I do not care about you, inflated balloon that now lie lifeless on the floor, legs apart, hands outstretched as if I wanted to embrace the world for the last time, and have not even had time to get rid of that half-smile . Maybe you had a red dot on his chest you have not even understood, perhaps you missed the gravity of the situation in cui ti eri cacciato nel momento in cui giunse rapido come un lampo il mio [.click!].
Allo stesso modo non mi importa di te, carnefice presuntuoso che come uno sfigato mimavi allo specchio il labbro storto di Sylvester Stallone. Un minuto prima pensavi di poter dominare le conseguenze di un gesto simile; e ora guardati: ridotto a una fontanella di sudore. Lo vuoi sapere cosa sei? Sei una sagoma di gesso sdraiata per terra in anticipo all'appuntamento con la scientifica. Guardati come tremi mentre mi serri ancora in quel pugno destro, troppo tremante per chiamarsi pugno. Non posso vederti in faccia ma sono sicuro che non avresti un bell'aspetto. E so per certo a cosa stai pensando: disfarti di me.
Dopo avermi ripulita da aloni pericolosi che permetterebbero di identicarti, mi dimenticherai da qualche parte per depistare le indagini, magari gettandomi da un'auto in corsa. Che non si colleghi a te il mio [.click!] o altrimenti passerai dei guai.
Ma non ti servirà a nulla tutto ciò. Io sono solo uno strumento, non giudico, ascolto le tue idee e non dico che non si può fare; eseguo. Il mio [.click!] è la proiezione delle vostre volontà che attiva il meccanismo che libera la pallottola. Vostro è il pensiero che genera l'azione, vostre sono le responsabilità del gesto e le conseguenze che ne derivano. Io resto fredda indifferente, la stessa di prima, con un colpo in meno nel tamburo.
Disfati pure di me, ma rimarrai per sempre condannato, uomo debole. Il senso di guilt that the first perceived slight slight, it is now intended to beat more and more nervous, and to swell like a cancer under the skin, and that gesture, that [. click!] a few moments ago felt as needed, you soon realize that it was not nothing but bullshit, we're not in a Tarantino movie, you're not John Wayne and that from now on every quavolta shit you hear a siren.
There is only one solution that you scagionerà from this, and my mouth does not recommend, again, all this you feel inside of you is the voice of your conscience. I can only offer you one last shot, a final [. Click!].
In a few hours the room is full of men in uniform. I'm there on the ground, midway between the two bodies. You plot perimeters around bodies before they are lifted, placed in an ambulance and taken away in two sealed bags. The two gauges of plaster that appear to remain in their place of comic strips. To circumnavigate the perimeter of the truth. What is cooler than the body? Who made out of who? Only I know the truth, but as I said, I do not care.
I put in a bag along with other items that can help the investigation. Spoken spesso di me ai tg, ma non ci si chiede con abbastanza coraggio che fine farò. Dove finiscono tutte le armi usate negli omicidi? Forse in una grande stanza, in un'armeria dello Stato raggruppate in cassettoni: armi da fuoco qui, armi bianche là, esplosivi laggiù in fondo. Forse si ritroveranno, non si sa come, nella bottega dell'usato di qualche rigattiere, di nuovo sul mercato. Inquietante, vero? Forse vi inquieterebbe meno sapere che molto presto sbufferò ancora, perché gli uomini deboli sono molti, molti più di quanti voi [.click!] pensiate.
feel that this is not my voice. My voice is a whisper that generates heart-rending thunder, a spark that ignites the air. I am very more lethal, do not give opinions, not speaking, not me uncomfortable to get out words for you to clarify your mouths, to prevent someone from my face snort. Because when that happens, it's too late. This
you are hearing is the your voice. He comes to visit you straight from consciousness, ports to hot for me.
note some pleasing texture: fascinates you keep me in hand and discovered light and heavy at the same time, and turn from left to right palm and vice versa, weighing at each change of hand to answer the riddle, you transmit a sense of security.
You will also notice the elegance: the walnut finish. add to my lethal efficacy across a refined aesthetic that makes me an object of worship as a mere ornament.
Well, do not resist, and what I read on, drawing on the blackboard of your consciousness, you transmit. Do as I tell you then.
front of the mirror, face to face with yourself, think about what you learned from the movies: a t-shirt can be large enough to cover a revolver placed just above the seats: the natural inarcatura low back is enough to Hiding a gauge dimensions. Test; infilamni their pants with beak downward, pulling his shirt off, get the profile and see if it shows. Try walking back and forth, turns a little ' home.
Then do this, it is a speed-gun test: always in the mirror - this time placed in front of you - you estrarmi the lumbar spine without one in front of you noticing, and see if - in less than no time - you can stretch your arms forward and point me in the snout. If you also want to pronounce a sentence of a threat with profanity of your choice.
Although the movements are awkward - let me tell you, I who have given so many are not you the most good - you feel that you have had a sort of test that will promote the elite caste of men, to that category of men who are masters of other men. To those born to the leaders. There are rumors about
che gli uomini sono nati diversi e che la pistola li ha resi uguali ; ed effettivamente grazie alle armi da fuoco anche il più mingherlino (prendo te come esempio perché ti ho qui, ma non ti offendere) potrebbe prevalere sul virile. Ma la stessa frase circola anche nel suo significato opposto: dire che gli uomini sono nati uguali e la pistola li ha resi diversi è un po' come dire che chi ha in mano una pistola è colui che comanda, chi non ha in mano niente è colui che è spacciato.
Quale di queste due versioni ti piace di più?
Penso di averlo già capito: la tua faccia appagata lascia bene poco spazio ai dubbi. Si vede chiaramente quanto serrarmi in questa gabbia di carne che è la your right hand makes you feel feverish and excited.
Do you want to make the big step. Want to try to pull the trigger, I know.
But if you try to slowly bend the index to find out that the resistance is too hard for a man like you soft. Feel the sore finger: a gesture is unnatural for you, you are not used in everyday life to flex the index of strength. Some
bead of sweat appears on your forehead. It is not at all do what you're doing. Look at you. To focus on the gesture, you have abandoned the posture itself. Who do you think of fear in this pose softened?
Those legs should stand on the floor, not distract you even a moment, do not wear out. Who does not know violence is not the fear, but as soon as you leave it meets. And the voice from the right emphasis, takes out some bad word, turd rott'inculo! Dashing good ones arms forward, Christ, you need to see the revolver as an extension of your hand, will not help you feel stronger, if you do not feel strong you first. And another thing: you can not fire the first shot of a mirror of your life, you idiot. Take me out for a ride. Do as I tell you: it will be a real baptism of fire.
you are hearing is the your voice. He comes to visit you straight from consciousness, ports to hot for me.
note some pleasing texture: fascinates you keep me in hand and discovered light and heavy at the same time, and turn from left to right palm and vice versa, weighing at each change of hand to answer the riddle, you transmit a sense of security.
You will also notice the elegance: the walnut finish. add to my lethal efficacy across a refined aesthetic that makes me an object of worship as a mere ornament.
Well, do not resist, and what I read on, drawing on the blackboard of your consciousness, you transmit. Do as I tell you then.
front of the mirror, face to face with yourself, think about what you learned from the movies: a t-shirt can be large enough to cover a revolver placed just above the seats: the natural inarcatura low back is enough to Hiding a gauge dimensions. Test; infilamni their pants with beak downward, pulling his shirt off, get the profile and see if it shows. Try walking back and forth, turns a little ' home.
Then do this, it is a speed-gun test: always in the mirror - this time placed in front of you - you estrarmi the lumbar spine without one in front of you noticing, and see if - in less than no time - you can stretch your arms forward and point me in the snout. If you also want to pronounce a sentence of a threat with profanity of your choice.
Although the movements are awkward - let me tell you, I who have given so many are not you the most good - you feel that you have had a sort of test that will promote the elite caste of men, to that category of men who are masters of other men. To those born to the leaders. There are rumors about
che gli uomini sono nati diversi e che la pistola li ha resi uguali ; ed effettivamente grazie alle armi da fuoco anche il più mingherlino (prendo te come esempio perché ti ho qui, ma non ti offendere) potrebbe prevalere sul virile. Ma la stessa frase circola anche nel suo significato opposto: dire che gli uomini sono nati uguali e la pistola li ha resi diversi è un po' come dire che chi ha in mano una pistola è colui che comanda, chi non ha in mano niente è colui che è spacciato.
Quale di queste due versioni ti piace di più?
Penso di averlo già capito: la tua faccia appagata lascia bene poco spazio ai dubbi. Si vede chiaramente quanto serrarmi in questa gabbia di carne che è la your right hand makes you feel feverish and excited.
Do you want to make the big step. Want to try to pull the trigger, I know.
But if you try to slowly bend the index to find out that the resistance is too hard for a man like you soft. Feel the sore finger: a gesture is unnatural for you, you are not used in everyday life to flex the index of strength. Some
bead of sweat appears on your forehead. It is not at all do what you're doing. Look at you. To focus on the gesture, you have abandoned the posture itself. Who do you think of fear in this pose softened?
Those legs should stand on the floor, not distract you even a moment, do not wear out. Who does not know violence is not the fear, but as soon as you leave it meets. And the voice from the right emphasis, takes out some bad word, turd rott'inculo! Dashing good ones arms forward, Christ, you need to see the revolver as an extension of your hand, will not help you feel stronger, if you do not feel strong you first. And another thing: you can not fire the first shot of a mirror of your life, you idiot. Take me out for a ride. Do as I tell you: it will be a real baptism of fire.
° ° °
Hey hey hey ... I gave you some advice, but know you've done it all. There was my idea to do what you did not get to whine now with me, not thee mica led me to shoot. I never give advice, how could I?! I leave behind those who are wasted among you, if you have been unconvincing. Do not express opinions, not for me to review the legality of the act. I run [. Click!] And that you do not care.
I do not care about you, inflated balloon that now lie lifeless on the floor, legs apart, hands outstretched as if I wanted to embrace the world for the last time, and have not even had time to get rid of that half-smile . Maybe you had a red dot on his chest you have not even understood, perhaps you missed the gravity of the situation in cui ti eri cacciato nel momento in cui giunse rapido come un lampo il mio [.click!].
Allo stesso modo non mi importa di te, carnefice presuntuoso che come uno sfigato mimavi allo specchio il labbro storto di Sylvester Stallone. Un minuto prima pensavi di poter dominare le conseguenze di un gesto simile; e ora guardati: ridotto a una fontanella di sudore. Lo vuoi sapere cosa sei? Sei una sagoma di gesso sdraiata per terra in anticipo all'appuntamento con la scientifica. Guardati come tremi mentre mi serri ancora in quel pugno destro, troppo tremante per chiamarsi pugno. Non posso vederti in faccia ma sono sicuro che non avresti un bell'aspetto. E so per certo a cosa stai pensando: disfarti di me.
Dopo avermi ripulita da aloni pericolosi che permetterebbero di identicarti, mi dimenticherai da qualche parte per depistare le indagini, magari gettandomi da un'auto in corsa. Che non si colleghi a te il mio [.click!] o altrimenti passerai dei guai.
Ma non ti servirà a nulla tutto ciò. Io sono solo uno strumento, non giudico, ascolto le tue idee e non dico che non si può fare; eseguo. Il mio [.click!] è la proiezione delle vostre volontà che attiva il meccanismo che libera la pallottola. Vostro è il pensiero che genera l'azione, vostre sono le responsabilità del gesto e le conseguenze che ne derivano. Io resto fredda indifferente, la stessa di prima, con un colpo in meno nel tamburo.
Disfati pure di me, ma rimarrai per sempre condannato, uomo debole. Il senso di guilt that the first perceived slight slight, it is now intended to beat more and more nervous, and to swell like a cancer under the skin, and that gesture, that [. click!] a few moments ago felt as needed, you soon realize that it was not nothing but bullshit, we're not in a Tarantino movie, you're not John Wayne and that from now on every quavolta shit you hear a siren.
There is only one solution that you scagionerà from this, and my mouth does not recommend, again, all this you feel inside of you is the voice of your conscience. I can only offer you one last shot, a final [. Click!].
° ° °
In a few hours the room is full of men in uniform. I'm there on the ground, midway between the two bodies. You plot perimeters around bodies before they are lifted, placed in an ambulance and taken away in two sealed bags. The two gauges of plaster that appear to remain in their place of comic strips. To circumnavigate the perimeter of the truth. What is cooler than the body? Who made out of who? Only I know the truth, but as I said, I do not care.
I put in a bag along with other items that can help the investigation. Spoken spesso di me ai tg, ma non ci si chiede con abbastanza coraggio che fine farò. Dove finiscono tutte le armi usate negli omicidi? Forse in una grande stanza, in un'armeria dello Stato raggruppate in cassettoni: armi da fuoco qui, armi bianche là, esplosivi laggiù in fondo. Forse si ritroveranno, non si sa come, nella bottega dell'usato di qualche rigattiere, di nuovo sul mercato. Inquietante, vero? Forse vi inquieterebbe meno sapere che molto presto sbufferò ancora, perché gli uomini deboli sono molti, molti più di quanti voi [.click!] pensiate.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Hows Does Crystal Meth Travel Inside The Body
Riapro il cancello. Dopo tanto, tanto tempo: talmente tanto che io stesso quasi dimenticavo la password per entrare.
Imagine this space as a theater. In a small course, not the scale. In each case there are small concerns that accompany the rite of the time the curtain.
the floor clean? Those who enter here will know where dirge or touch a link between Caracalla and the other without finding what you're looking for? But to those who are interested in, anyway? What is my target audience?
Small fragments of Hamlet, these.
In fact, the biggest question that haunts you is: how much and what to filter? It may get the urge to throw up in here all you have written in recent months.
likely, you know that you will not.
It takes courage to break down too Rising to that wall between us - between me and my real surfer, so small changes will be more of form than of substance: graphics, soundtrack, some gadget *, etc..
Give me time to re-establish a friendly relationship with the interface, but even before myself. Fuck Christian, you have just finished speaking with you in the first, second, third person. Singular.
is plural, too.
Turn the spiral of the web, and brings with it all, leaving you a delicate sense of alienation.
*: take your obnoxious gimmick that lets you see the IP of visitors. (Clara, you come to know that I do not care more or less' na saw).
Hows Does Crystal Meth Travel Inside The Body
Riapro il cancello. Dopo tanto, tanto tempo: talmente tanto che io stesso quasi dimenticavo la password per entrare.
Imagine this space as a theater. In a small course, not the scale. In each case there are small concerns that accompany the rite of the time the curtain.
the floor clean? Those who enter here will know where dirge or touch a link between Caracalla and the other without finding what you're looking for? But to those who are interested in, anyway? What is my target audience?
Small fragments of Hamlet, these.
In fact, the biggest question that haunts you is: how much and what to filter? It may get the urge to throw up in here all you have written in recent months.
likely, you know that you will not.
It takes courage to break down too Rising to that wall between us - between me and my real surfer, so small changes will be more of form than of substance: graphics, soundtrack, some gadget *, etc..
Give me time to re-establish a friendly relationship with the interface, but even before myself. Fuck Christian, you have just finished speaking with you in the first, second, third person. Singular.
is plural, too.
Turn the spiral of the web, and brings with it all, leaving you a delicate sense of alienation.
*: take your obnoxious gimmick that lets you see the IP of visitors. (Clara, you come to know that I do not care more or less' na saw).
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Veduo Breastfeed Old Man
curtain on the tango and the Rose
lay supine on a mat in heaven. The long legs that seemed emissaries branched from the trunk of a river property, and I the ford, from one bank to another again, gently, as if to perform in a silent tango.
In an erotic mix of firmness and delicacy flex his limbs e. .. I was attracted disrespectfully. I looked like a dancing master of those grappling with its most seductive pupil. Despite a teacher of Argentine tango can not ignore the link between professionalism Rising wall between himself and his pupil, nor can it ignore its instincts of man, not a dancer any: she's the coolest seductive.
surveying this woman, lying comfortably in those soft features of her face, seemingly inert, when I was struck by that sweet beauty. The same, identical weapon of the dancer.
So even I found myself as the master of tango, prey to temptation by the snake. The parallel is made perfect. Whatever you decide to do, I came out injured, and yet I wanted to at least try to keep up that wall, at least until we left the room.
I set entirely in the part of the master of Argentinian tango. I even pretended to have a rose in his mouth to admit it was a part to play seemed a convenient device to restrain those passions quivering, my desires to keep hot in the narrow cocoon, m'illudevo, he would have kept closed wings, to immerse myself more in the role play that I had created and that perhaps I was passing, to deprive the disclosure to my lips when we both wanted and did not say. We shared secrets and unspeakable
unacknowledged, I'm sure.
Gently rest your hands on some points of his body, I felt as attractive as powerful chakra and there I pressed the palms with precise pressure, causing moans that were painted on his mouth the only sound that breaks the silence of that tango in braille .
Suddenly one of those verses betrayed his friends, drawing on her lips a little grimace of pleasure.
Yes, pleasure, not pain.
Among the small cracks of suffering, for a moment, his mouth quivered as if by a little laugh, light, and guilty of shameless intentions.
For a moment only, because she immediately denied him, suffocating him, biting between his lips and swallowing its tail. Then, perhaps for fear of betraying himself again, froze expression.
I noticed this (or perhaps never thought of that happening without notice) while continuing to offset his legs gently, a little 'hands moved as if a stopped clock, with professionalism, avoiding any contact with a minimum of flesh soda, only knees and ankles.
For ten minutes she continued to take his barricaded relax for fear of betraying new faces alike. But he had to understand, then, that this did nothing but admit the guilt of his intentions. So shooting a more relaxed approach to alternating expressions of grief of the most colorful shapes, a bit 'as if retroactively to pass even the whine of just the first in a gesture of pain.
But it was too late.
What now broadcasts could only be a pain Abbot Carnival: these fake remains poorly dressed a pleasure too recognizable for dressing up.
And in fact she knew immediately that I had not noticed.
He refused, however, openly, was ready to admit it, to recognize that we were in the middle of an erotic gioco delle parti, ma l'avrebbe fatto solo dopo di me. Aspettava che io facessi cadere la rosa. Lasciava a me l'onore dell'iniziativa, come è giusto che fosse: come da copione di quella sceneggiatura latina in cui ci eravamo tacitamente immedesimati.
Così trovò anche lei il suo bell'artificio per resistermi: si mise a ritmare la respirazione onde coprire senza ostentazione nuovi orgasmi labiali. Inspirava, espirava, inspirava, espirava.
Io continuavo a flettere le sue gambe nell'aria disegnando nuove geometrie mute; unica voce era lo spasmo dei muscoli che le distendevo, e parlavano – sussurravano anzi – soltanto ai palmi delle mie mani. Evitavo agilmente alcune zone deviando le mani sulle spigolose articolazioni, a bit 'stalling. Place the palms on the joints: modest raft in a sea of \u200b\u200bswirling senses.
Then he got to his feet, took the appointment for the next session as if nothing had happened. And indeed nothing had happened.
His eyes, however, were different.
And when you tell these things, when you talk to someone, do not believe that a lesson in stretching is likely to release this passion.
But how can we deny that there is something erotic about the link between the personal trainer, always impeccable, professional, thirty that helps to loosen tight muscles of the end of training, and relaxation?
His touch is something that remains nell'indefinito: delicacy is not one that uses the trainer, because his hands must provide the same firmness of the professor who told the pupils the tasks for the next day, no less should be used carefully, because it wants the laws of physiology to which - in case of women - are flanked by those of etiquette to have their say. And
delicacy and firmness are not even the same coordinates that govern the courtship? At times, one prevails, sometimes another, but neither ever comes to disappear completely: they are intertwined issues. As a rider does not give up in his office at the first "no" of his courting, so the trainer does not relegated to the first of his grimace of pain assisted.
Divari, abducts, extends, flexes, adducts, pushes, pulls, lifts. All with a touch strong, gentle and firm, locking her in poses of constraint in awareness of playing a perverse game on the line between pain and pleasure, these two worlds filled with so many so similar that often get confused in a strange ambivalence.
Wow, that effort to be professional!
In an erotic mix of firmness and delicacy flex his limbs e. .. I was attracted disrespectfully. I looked like a dancing master of those grappling with its most seductive pupil. Despite a teacher of Argentine tango can not ignore the link between professionalism Rising wall between himself and his pupil, nor can it ignore its instincts of man, not a dancer any: she's the coolest seductive.
surveying this woman, lying comfortably in those soft features of her face, seemingly inert, when I was struck by that sweet beauty. The same, identical weapon of the dancer.
So even I found myself as the master of tango, prey to temptation by the snake. The parallel is made perfect. Whatever you decide to do, I came out injured, and yet I wanted to at least try to keep up that wall, at least until we left the room.
I set entirely in the part of the master of Argentinian tango. I even pretended to have a rose in his mouth to admit it was a part to play seemed a convenient device to restrain those passions quivering, my desires to keep hot in the narrow cocoon, m'illudevo, he would have kept closed wings, to immerse myself more in the role play that I had created and that perhaps I was passing, to deprive the disclosure to my lips when we both wanted and did not say. We shared secrets and unspeakable
unacknowledged, I'm sure.
Gently rest your hands on some points of his body, I felt as attractive as powerful chakra and there I pressed the palms with precise pressure, causing moans that were painted on his mouth the only sound that breaks the silence of that tango in braille .
Suddenly one of those verses betrayed his friends, drawing on her lips a little grimace of pleasure.
Yes, pleasure, not pain.
Among the small cracks of suffering, for a moment, his mouth quivered as if by a little laugh, light, and guilty of shameless intentions.
For a moment only, because she immediately denied him, suffocating him, biting between his lips and swallowing its tail. Then, perhaps for fear of betraying himself again, froze expression.
I noticed this (or perhaps never thought of that happening without notice) while continuing to offset his legs gently, a little 'hands moved as if a stopped clock, with professionalism, avoiding any contact with a minimum of flesh soda, only knees and ankles.
For ten minutes she continued to take his barricaded relax for fear of betraying new faces alike. But he had to understand, then, that this did nothing but admit the guilt of his intentions. So shooting a more relaxed approach to alternating expressions of grief of the most colorful shapes, a bit 'as if retroactively to pass even the whine of just the first in a gesture of pain.
But it was too late.
What now broadcasts could only be a pain Abbot Carnival: these fake remains poorly dressed a pleasure too recognizable for dressing up.
And in fact she knew immediately that I had not noticed.
He refused, however, openly, was ready to admit it, to recognize that we were in the middle of an erotic gioco delle parti, ma l'avrebbe fatto solo dopo di me. Aspettava che io facessi cadere la rosa. Lasciava a me l'onore dell'iniziativa, come è giusto che fosse: come da copione di quella sceneggiatura latina in cui ci eravamo tacitamente immedesimati.
Così trovò anche lei il suo bell'artificio per resistermi: si mise a ritmare la respirazione onde coprire senza ostentazione nuovi orgasmi labiali. Inspirava, espirava, inspirava, espirava.
Io continuavo a flettere le sue gambe nell'aria disegnando nuove geometrie mute; unica voce era lo spasmo dei muscoli che le distendevo, e parlavano – sussurravano anzi – soltanto ai palmi delle mie mani. Evitavo agilmente alcune zone deviando le mani sulle spigolose articolazioni, a bit 'stalling. Place the palms on the joints: modest raft in a sea of \u200b\u200bswirling senses.
Then he got to his feet, took the appointment for the next session as if nothing had happened. And indeed nothing had happened.
His eyes, however, were different.
And when you tell these things, when you talk to someone, do not believe that a lesson in stretching is likely to release this passion.
But how can we deny that there is something erotic about the link between the personal trainer, always impeccable, professional, thirty that helps to loosen tight muscles of the end of training, and relaxation?
His touch is something that remains nell'indefinito: delicacy is not one that uses the trainer, because his hands must provide the same firmness of the professor who told the pupils the tasks for the next day, no less should be used carefully, because it wants the laws of physiology to which - in case of women - are flanked by those of etiquette to have their say. And
delicacy and firmness are not even the same coordinates that govern the courtship? At times, one prevails, sometimes another, but neither ever comes to disappear completely: they are intertwined issues. As a rider does not give up in his office at the first "no" of his courting, so the trainer does not relegated to the first of his grimace of pain assisted.
Divari, abducts, extends, flexes, adducts, pushes, pulls, lifts. All with a touch strong, gentle and firm, locking her in poses of constraint in awareness of playing a perverse game on the line between pain and pleasure, these two worlds filled with so many so similar that often get confused in a strange ambivalence.
Wow, that effort to be professional!
Veduo Breastfeed Old Man
curtain on the tango and the Rose
lay supine on a mat in heaven. The long legs that seemed emissaries branched from the trunk of a river property, and I the ford, from one bank to another again, gently, as if to perform in a silent tango.
In an erotic mix of firmness and delicacy flex his limbs e. .. I was attracted disrespectfully. I looked like a dancing master of those grappling with its most seductive pupil. Despite a teacher of Argentine tango can not ignore the link between professionalism Rising wall between himself and his pupil, nor can it ignore its instincts of man, not a dancer any: she's the coolest seductive.
surveying this woman, lying comfortably in those soft features of her face, seemingly inert, when I was struck by that sweet beauty. The same, identical weapon of the dancer.
So even I found myself as the master of tango, prey to temptation by the snake. The parallel is made perfect. Whatever you decide to do, I came out injured, and yet I wanted to at least try to keep up that wall, at least until we left the room.
I set entirely in the part of the master of Argentinian tango. I even pretended to have a rose in his mouth to admit it was a part to play seemed a convenient device to restrain those passions quivering, my desires to keep hot in the narrow cocoon, m'illudevo, he would have kept closed wings, to immerse myself more in the role play that I had created and that perhaps I was passing, to deprive the disclosure to my lips when we both wanted and did not say. We shared secrets and unspeakable
unacknowledged, I'm sure.
Gently rest your hands on some points of his body, I felt as attractive as powerful chakra and there I pressed the palms with precise pressure, causing moans that were painted on his mouth the only sound that breaks the silence of that tango in braille .
Suddenly one of those verses betrayed his friends, drawing on her lips a little grimace of pleasure.
Yes, pleasure, not pain.
Among the small cracks of suffering, for a moment, his mouth quivered as if by a little laugh, light, and guilty of shameless intentions.
For a moment only, because she immediately denied him, suffocating him, biting between his lips and swallowing its tail. Then, perhaps for fear of betraying himself again, froze expression.
I noticed this (or perhaps never thought of that happening without notice) while continuing to offset his legs gently, a little 'hands moved as if a stopped clock, with professionalism, avoiding any contact with a minimum of flesh soda, only knees and ankles.
For ten minutes she continued to take his barricaded relax for fear of betraying new faces alike. But he had to understand, then, that this did nothing but admit the guilt of his intentions. So shooting a more relaxed approach to alternating expressions of grief of the most colorful shapes, a bit 'as if retroactively to pass even the whine of just the first in a gesture of pain.
But it was too late.
What now broadcasts could only be a pain Abbot Carnival: these fake remains poorly dressed a pleasure too recognizable for dressing up.
And in fact she knew immediately that I had not noticed.
He refused, however, openly, was ready to admit it, to recognize that we were in the middle of an erotic gioco delle parti, ma l'avrebbe fatto solo dopo di me. Aspettava che io facessi cadere la rosa. Lasciava a me l'onore dell'iniziativa, come è giusto che fosse: come da copione di quella sceneggiatura latina in cui ci eravamo tacitamente immedesimati.
Così trovò anche lei il suo bell'artificio per resistermi: si mise a ritmare la respirazione onde coprire senza ostentazione nuovi orgasmi labiali. Inspirava, espirava, inspirava, espirava.
Io continuavo a flettere le sue gambe nell'aria disegnando nuove geometrie mute; unica voce era lo spasmo dei muscoli che le distendevo, e parlavano – sussurravano anzi – soltanto ai palmi delle mie mani. Evitavo agilmente alcune zone deviando le mani sulle spigolose articolazioni, a bit 'stalling. Place the palms on the joints: modest raft in a sea of \u200b\u200bswirling senses.
Then he got to his feet, took the appointment for the next session as if nothing had happened. And indeed nothing had happened.
His eyes, however, were different.
And when you tell these things, when you talk to someone, do not believe that a lesson in stretching is likely to release this passion.
But how can we deny that there is something erotic about the link between the personal trainer, always impeccable, professional, thirty that helps to loosen tight muscles of the end of training, and relaxation?
His touch is something that remains nell'indefinito: delicacy is not one that uses the trainer, because his hands must provide the same firmness of the professor who told the pupils the tasks for the next day, no less should be used carefully, because it wants the laws of physiology to which - in case of women - are flanked by those of etiquette to have their say. And
delicacy and firmness are not even the same coordinates that govern the courtship? At times, one prevails, sometimes another, but neither ever comes to disappear completely: they are intertwined issues. As a rider does not give up in his office at the first "no" of his courting, so the trainer does not relegated to the first of his grimace of pain assisted.
Divari, abducts, extends, flexes, adducts, pushes, pulls, lifts. All with a touch strong, gentle and firm, locking her in poses of constraint in awareness of playing a perverse game on the line between pain and pleasure, these two worlds filled with so many so similar that often get confused in a strange ambivalence.
Wow, that effort to be professional!
In an erotic mix of firmness and delicacy flex his limbs e. .. I was attracted disrespectfully. I looked like a dancing master of those grappling with its most seductive pupil. Despite a teacher of Argentine tango can not ignore the link between professionalism Rising wall between himself and his pupil, nor can it ignore its instincts of man, not a dancer any: she's the coolest seductive.
surveying this woman, lying comfortably in those soft features of her face, seemingly inert, when I was struck by that sweet beauty. The same, identical weapon of the dancer.
So even I found myself as the master of tango, prey to temptation by the snake. The parallel is made perfect. Whatever you decide to do, I came out injured, and yet I wanted to at least try to keep up that wall, at least until we left the room.
I set entirely in the part of the master of Argentinian tango. I even pretended to have a rose in his mouth to admit it was a part to play seemed a convenient device to restrain those passions quivering, my desires to keep hot in the narrow cocoon, m'illudevo, he would have kept closed wings, to immerse myself more in the role play that I had created and that perhaps I was passing, to deprive the disclosure to my lips when we both wanted and did not say. We shared secrets and unspeakable
unacknowledged, I'm sure.
Gently rest your hands on some points of his body, I felt as attractive as powerful chakra and there I pressed the palms with precise pressure, causing moans that were painted on his mouth the only sound that breaks the silence of that tango in braille .
Suddenly one of those verses betrayed his friends, drawing on her lips a little grimace of pleasure.
Yes, pleasure, not pain.
Among the small cracks of suffering, for a moment, his mouth quivered as if by a little laugh, light, and guilty of shameless intentions.
For a moment only, because she immediately denied him, suffocating him, biting between his lips and swallowing its tail. Then, perhaps for fear of betraying himself again, froze expression.
I noticed this (or perhaps never thought of that happening without notice) while continuing to offset his legs gently, a little 'hands moved as if a stopped clock, with professionalism, avoiding any contact with a minimum of flesh soda, only knees and ankles.
For ten minutes she continued to take his barricaded relax for fear of betraying new faces alike. But he had to understand, then, that this did nothing but admit the guilt of his intentions. So shooting a more relaxed approach to alternating expressions of grief of the most colorful shapes, a bit 'as if retroactively to pass even the whine of just the first in a gesture of pain.
But it was too late.
What now broadcasts could only be a pain Abbot Carnival: these fake remains poorly dressed a pleasure too recognizable for dressing up.
And in fact she knew immediately that I had not noticed.
He refused, however, openly, was ready to admit it, to recognize that we were in the middle of an erotic gioco delle parti, ma l'avrebbe fatto solo dopo di me. Aspettava che io facessi cadere la rosa. Lasciava a me l'onore dell'iniziativa, come è giusto che fosse: come da copione di quella sceneggiatura latina in cui ci eravamo tacitamente immedesimati.
Così trovò anche lei il suo bell'artificio per resistermi: si mise a ritmare la respirazione onde coprire senza ostentazione nuovi orgasmi labiali. Inspirava, espirava, inspirava, espirava.
Io continuavo a flettere le sue gambe nell'aria disegnando nuove geometrie mute; unica voce era lo spasmo dei muscoli che le distendevo, e parlavano – sussurravano anzi – soltanto ai palmi delle mie mani. Evitavo agilmente alcune zone deviando le mani sulle spigolose articolazioni, a bit 'stalling. Place the palms on the joints: modest raft in a sea of \u200b\u200bswirling senses.
Then he got to his feet, took the appointment for the next session as if nothing had happened. And indeed nothing had happened.
His eyes, however, were different.
And when you tell these things, when you talk to someone, do not believe that a lesson in stretching is likely to release this passion.
But how can we deny that there is something erotic about the link between the personal trainer, always impeccable, professional, thirty that helps to loosen tight muscles of the end of training, and relaxation?
His touch is something that remains nell'indefinito: delicacy is not one that uses the trainer, because his hands must provide the same firmness of the professor who told the pupils the tasks for the next day, no less should be used carefully, because it wants the laws of physiology to which - in case of women - are flanked by those of etiquette to have their say. And
delicacy and firmness are not even the same coordinates that govern the courtship? At times, one prevails, sometimes another, but neither ever comes to disappear completely: they are intertwined issues. As a rider does not give up in his office at the first "no" of his courting, so the trainer does not relegated to the first of his grimace of pain assisted.
Divari, abducts, extends, flexes, adducts, pushes, pulls, lifts. All with a touch strong, gentle and firm, locking her in poses of constraint in awareness of playing a perverse game on the line between pain and pleasure, these two worlds filled with so many so similar that often get confused in a strange ambivalence.
Wow, that effort to be professional!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Pokemon Heart Gold Rom Antifreeze Patch
Two knives at the foot
You were not there to rob someone, and suddenly you find yourself with two knives at his feet.
You were not there to rob someone, and suddenly you find yourself with two knives at his feet.
And here's the first scene that develops the mind of a madman in these cases. Images that you've just begun to understand how to stay on his feet, and you're intent on drawing your lines a bit ' sbilenche (perché alla fine non pattinavi da almeno dodici anni, ovvero da quando ti hanno fregato il motorino con cui ti recavi al Palaghiaccio di via Piranesi) quando ecco che succede il fattaccio.
Una bambina davanti a te decide bella bella, proprio in quel momento, di cadere; le sue piccole ginocchia si flettono, e la piccola, per evitare di sbattere col popò, si sbilancia e cade in avanti, ritrovandosi prona sul lastrone bianco. E con tutti i coltelli che graffiavano il pavimento di gelo, lei doveva cedere a questa tentazione proprio mentre arrivavi tu, senza interpellarti.
Tu che avevi da poco e con fatica iniziato ad assemblare, con fare meccanico, qualche falcata: destro, sinistro, destro, sinistro, destro... Impegnato com'eri a risvegliare i muscoli delle gambe, non sentivi nello stomaco covare il gelo di un cancro infame.
Ma ormai è successo: una pozza rossa campeggia sul bianco della pista come nella bandiera del Giappone. Malgrado il tuo scivolare degli arti fosse diventato soave e coordinato, il senso di colpa, che galoppava più di te, ti ha raggiunto. In un attimo ti ha posato sul collo il suo freddo zoccolo di pietra, e ora ti stringe un abbraccio: rimarrò con te – ti sussurra nell'orecchio – sporcherò la tua anima come tu hai sporcato questa pista. Sì, dico a te. Fra tutte queste persone voglio proprio te.
La musica si ferma di colpo, la pista ha perso la sua boria per lasciare posto ad un cupo silenzio che l'avvolge; qualche grido lo scalfisce, ma soltanto l'urlo supremo può romperlo: quello della mamma della bambina, che sbracciando si precipita fulminea dalla sua figlioletta; lei, la piccola, è ancora troppo shockata per capire che ha perso quattro dita.
Tu non hai avuto il coraggio di voltarti a vedere e ti copri la faccia con le mani, mentre l'inerzia ti trasporta quegli ultimi metri, prima di spiaccicarti contro la transenna al perimetro della pista. Incredibilmente, quest'ultimo tratto, pattini dritto come non sei mai riuscito.
Speri di romperti qualcosa anche tu, ma l'urto con la transenna nemmeno ti scalfisce. Niente, non perdi nemmeno l'equilibrio e il rumore dei pattini contro il metallo della transenna non attira l'attenzione di nessuno: sono tutti preoccupati per la bambina e tu rimani il protagonista negativo e anonimo della vicenda. Il senso di colpa è rimasto ben attaccato al tuo collo: non ti molla. C'è solo da sperare che quegli uomini laggiù col camice bianco sappiano fare un lavoro di cucitura coi controfiocchi a quelle dita innocenti e pure.
Questa è più o meno la scena come più o meno te la sei immaginata all'entrata, quando in cambio delle tue Etnics puzzolenti ti sei visto alzare da dietro il bancone un paio di pattini. L'addetto li tiene dalla parte superiore, anzi li stringe per i lacci e te li porge penzolanti, cosicché puoi guardare le ondeggianti lame scintillanti proprio davanti ai tuoi occhi.
E mi vuoi venire a dire che prendendo in mano quel pair of ice skates, you've never thought about the scene of the child? But splattern
implications aside, a moment after being shod I had already thrown on the track.
This time I skipped the usual practice and boring to do year-old taking turns walking practically hand in hand to the railing around the track. No, even my shoes kept coming, so hesitant, but sent one after another, tracing on the ice and my personal two strips, printed from my weight that dictates the depth. The balance of his plan puts us instead the geometry can make the exact parallel as two tracks, or draw two snakes in love, drunk, approaching and then rejected a second dopo.
Pochi giri di perimetro e quel meccanismo che inizialmente ti portava in giro scattoso, si è d'un tratto lubrificato assieme ai tuoi arti che ora si piegano senza sentirsi trafiggere da spilli di freddo: ora i piedi si sollevano con una tale leggerezza che stenti a ritenere possibile di aver già recuperato una certa familiarità, acquisita anni e anni fa, col gesto atletico della pattinata.
E così pensi alla bellezza e alla perfezione del corpo umano. Una macchina straordinaria che si adatta a fare qualsiasi cosa, e se non può farla a causa dell'insuperabilità di alcune leggi fisiche, la farà comunque fin dove può, arrivando a compromettere perfino il funzionamento di se stessa al costo di farla meglio. Una macchina learns that everything in this all a little something, the result of a selection, keep it nearby, because you can always see it and reach out to pick it up if you need it. The rest is rather hidden somewhere within its own transistor, so as to make you think of it forgotten, so for reasons of economy, to make room for others, not for negligence, and you do not even say where the guards, so that left not only by the weight of the casket, but also from the instructions to retrieve it and open it.
Cela, away from the senses, but do not throw anything, and if necessary recover and reintroduce. And so you rediscover repaid any experience I had tried to do years ago. Adaptability e memoria, ottimizzazione del risultato e velocità nel recupero dei dati: hai un computer, e nemmeno lo sai. Anzi, ingrato come sei, lo avveleni con sigarette, birre e altre sostanze che appannano le sue straordinarie qualità.
Sulla pista di forma rettangolare, una spirale vorticosa di pattinatori gira intorno a se stessa, in un anarchico ordine; infatti le scarpette taglienti marciano tutte in senso antiorario, talvolta tagliando un po' le curve quando presentano ingombro. Viene da pensare subito agli stormi di ragazzine che pattinano tenendosi per mano, convinte d'aver così più equilibrio. Contente loro.
Capita sovente che qualcuno osi sfidare quell'ingombro, cosicché anziché virare per cambiare direzione molto prima the swarm of slugs, you throw in pursuit of it, in an attempt to overtake him as soon as possible so you have to bend space again without filling against the fence-end. In
pass an obstacle, it will "tip" as in football, however, still not knowing if it will be passed on the right or left. We will know only when we have put behind us, and we'll already showing on the short side of the rectangle is now getting ready to change direction, but at that point it will affect us more: you'll be already planning to overtake other snails, to slip into other crevices .
The fun, you'll see, is not to skate safely: please spare me la noia mortale di pattinare a pista vuota! Il vero sollazzo risiede invece nel calcolare bene gli spazi, giocare ad aumentare la velocità affinché quei varchi che sembravano stretti non diventino di una misura sufficiente per passarci; dopodiché non resta che infiltrarcisi, pur correndo il rischio di toccare il sedere di qualche fanciulla.
Ma quelle strisce che per due ore hanno parlato di te, sapresti riconoscerle prima di andare via?
Una bambina davanti a te decide bella bella, proprio in quel momento, di cadere; le sue piccole ginocchia si flettono, e la piccola, per evitare di sbattere col popò, si sbilancia e cade in avanti, ritrovandosi prona sul lastrone bianco. E con tutti i coltelli che graffiavano il pavimento di gelo, lei doveva cedere a questa tentazione proprio mentre arrivavi tu, senza interpellarti.
Tu che avevi da poco e con fatica iniziato ad assemblare, con fare meccanico, qualche falcata: destro, sinistro, destro, sinistro, destro... Impegnato com'eri a risvegliare i muscoli delle gambe, non sentivi nello stomaco covare il gelo di un cancro infame.
Ma ormai è successo: una pozza rossa campeggia sul bianco della pista come nella bandiera del Giappone. Malgrado il tuo scivolare degli arti fosse diventato soave e coordinato, il senso di colpa, che galoppava più di te, ti ha raggiunto. In un attimo ti ha posato sul collo il suo freddo zoccolo di pietra, e ora ti stringe un abbraccio: rimarrò con te – ti sussurra nell'orecchio – sporcherò la tua anima come tu hai sporcato questa pista. Sì, dico a te. Fra tutte queste persone voglio proprio te.
La musica si ferma di colpo, la pista ha perso la sua boria per lasciare posto ad un cupo silenzio che l'avvolge; qualche grido lo scalfisce, ma soltanto l'urlo supremo può romperlo: quello della mamma della bambina, che sbracciando si precipita fulminea dalla sua figlioletta; lei, la piccola, è ancora troppo shockata per capire che ha perso quattro dita.
Tu non hai avuto il coraggio di voltarti a vedere e ti copri la faccia con le mani, mentre l'inerzia ti trasporta quegli ultimi metri, prima di spiaccicarti contro la transenna al perimetro della pista. Incredibilmente, quest'ultimo tratto, pattini dritto come non sei mai riuscito.
Speri di romperti qualcosa anche tu, ma l'urto con la transenna nemmeno ti scalfisce. Niente, non perdi nemmeno l'equilibrio e il rumore dei pattini contro il metallo della transenna non attira l'attenzione di nessuno: sono tutti preoccupati per la bambina e tu rimani il protagonista negativo e anonimo della vicenda. Il senso di colpa è rimasto ben attaccato al tuo collo: non ti molla. C'è solo da sperare che quegli uomini laggiù col camice bianco sappiano fare un lavoro di cucitura coi controfiocchi a quelle dita innocenti e pure.
Questa è più o meno la scena come più o meno te la sei immaginata all'entrata, quando in cambio delle tue Etnics puzzolenti ti sei visto alzare da dietro il bancone un paio di pattini. L'addetto li tiene dalla parte superiore, anzi li stringe per i lacci e te li porge penzolanti, cosicché puoi guardare le ondeggianti lame scintillanti proprio davanti ai tuoi occhi.
E mi vuoi venire a dire che prendendo in mano quel pair of ice skates, you've never thought about the scene of the child? But splattern
implications aside, a moment after being shod I had already thrown on the track.
This time I skipped the usual practice and boring to do year-old taking turns walking practically hand in hand to the railing around the track. No, even my shoes kept coming, so hesitant, but sent one after another, tracing on the ice and my personal two strips, printed from my weight that dictates the depth. The balance of his plan puts us instead the geometry can make the exact parallel as two tracks, or draw two snakes in love, drunk, approaching and then rejected a second dopo.
Pochi giri di perimetro e quel meccanismo che inizialmente ti portava in giro scattoso, si è d'un tratto lubrificato assieme ai tuoi arti che ora si piegano senza sentirsi trafiggere da spilli di freddo: ora i piedi si sollevano con una tale leggerezza che stenti a ritenere possibile di aver già recuperato una certa familiarità, acquisita anni e anni fa, col gesto atletico della pattinata.
E così pensi alla bellezza e alla perfezione del corpo umano. Una macchina straordinaria che si adatta a fare qualsiasi cosa, e se non può farla a causa dell'insuperabilità di alcune leggi fisiche, la farà comunque fin dove può, arrivando a compromettere perfino il funzionamento di se stessa al costo di farla meglio. Una macchina learns that everything in this all a little something, the result of a selection, keep it nearby, because you can always see it and reach out to pick it up if you need it. The rest is rather hidden somewhere within its own transistor, so as to make you think of it forgotten, so for reasons of economy, to make room for others, not for negligence, and you do not even say where the guards, so that left not only by the weight of the casket, but also from the instructions to retrieve it and open it.
Cela, away from the senses, but do not throw anything, and if necessary recover and reintroduce. And so you rediscover repaid any experience I had tried to do years ago. Adaptability e memoria, ottimizzazione del risultato e velocità nel recupero dei dati: hai un computer, e nemmeno lo sai. Anzi, ingrato come sei, lo avveleni con sigarette, birre e altre sostanze che appannano le sue straordinarie qualità.
Sulla pista di forma rettangolare, una spirale vorticosa di pattinatori gira intorno a se stessa, in un anarchico ordine; infatti le scarpette taglienti marciano tutte in senso antiorario, talvolta tagliando un po' le curve quando presentano ingombro. Viene da pensare subito agli stormi di ragazzine che pattinano tenendosi per mano, convinte d'aver così più equilibrio. Contente loro.
Capita sovente che qualcuno osi sfidare quell'ingombro, cosicché anziché virare per cambiare direzione molto prima the swarm of slugs, you throw in pursuit of it, in an attempt to overtake him as soon as possible so you have to bend space again without filling against the fence-end. In
pass an obstacle, it will "tip" as in football, however, still not knowing if it will be passed on the right or left. We will know only when we have put behind us, and we'll already showing on the short side of the rectangle is now getting ready to change direction, but at that point it will affect us more: you'll be already planning to overtake other snails, to slip into other crevices .
The fun, you'll see, is not to skate safely: please spare me la noia mortale di pattinare a pista vuota! Il vero sollazzo risiede invece nel calcolare bene gli spazi, giocare ad aumentare la velocità affinché quei varchi che sembravano stretti non diventino di una misura sufficiente per passarci; dopodiché non resta che infiltrarcisi, pur correndo il rischio di toccare il sedere di qualche fanciulla.
Ma quelle strisce che per due ore hanno parlato di te, sapresti riconoscerle prima di andare via?
Pokemon Heart Gold Rom Antifreeze Patch
Two knives at the foot
You were not there to rob someone, and suddenly you find yourself with two knives at his feet.
You were not there to rob someone, and suddenly you find yourself with two knives at his feet.
And here's the first scene that develops the mind of a madman in these cases. Images that you've just begun to understand how to stay on his feet, and you're intent on drawing your lines a bit ' sbilenche (perché alla fine non pattinavi da almeno dodici anni, ovvero da quando ti hanno fregato il motorino con cui ti recavi al Palaghiaccio di via Piranesi) quando ecco che succede il fattaccio.
Una bambina davanti a te decide bella bella, proprio in quel momento, di cadere; le sue piccole ginocchia si flettono, e la piccola, per evitare di sbattere col popò, si sbilancia e cade in avanti, ritrovandosi prona sul lastrone bianco. E con tutti i coltelli che graffiavano il pavimento di gelo, lei doveva cedere a questa tentazione proprio mentre arrivavi tu, senza interpellarti.
Tu che avevi da poco e con fatica iniziato ad assemblare, con fare meccanico, qualche falcata: destro, sinistro, destro, sinistro, destro... Impegnato com'eri a risvegliare i muscoli delle gambe, non sentivi nello stomaco covare il gelo di un cancro infame.
Ma ormai è successo: una pozza rossa campeggia sul bianco della pista come nella bandiera del Giappone. Malgrado il tuo scivolare degli arti fosse diventato soave e coordinato, il senso di colpa, che galoppava più di te, ti ha raggiunto. In un attimo ti ha posato sul collo il suo freddo zoccolo di pietra, e ora ti stringe un abbraccio: rimarrò con te – ti sussurra nell'orecchio – sporcherò la tua anima come tu hai sporcato questa pista. Sì, dico a te. Fra tutte queste persone voglio proprio te.
La musica si ferma di colpo, la pista ha perso la sua boria per lasciare posto ad un cupo silenzio che l'avvolge; qualche grido lo scalfisce, ma soltanto l'urlo supremo può romperlo: quello della mamma della bambina, che sbracciando si precipita fulminea dalla sua figlioletta; lei, la piccola, è ancora troppo shockata per capire che ha perso quattro dita.
Tu non hai avuto il coraggio di voltarti a vedere e ti copri la faccia con le mani, mentre l'inerzia ti trasporta quegli ultimi metri, prima di spiaccicarti contro la transenna al perimetro della pista. Incredibilmente, quest'ultimo tratto, pattini dritto come non sei mai riuscito.
Speri di romperti qualcosa anche tu, ma l'urto con la transenna nemmeno ti scalfisce. Niente, non perdi nemmeno l'equilibrio e il rumore dei pattini contro il metallo della transenna non attira l'attenzione di nessuno: sono tutti preoccupati per la bambina e tu rimani il protagonista negativo e anonimo della vicenda. Il senso di colpa è rimasto ben attaccato al tuo collo: non ti molla. C'è solo da sperare che quegli uomini laggiù col camice bianco sappiano fare un lavoro di cucitura coi controfiocchi a quelle dita innocenti e pure.
Questa è più o meno la scena come più o meno te la sei immaginata all'entrata, quando in cambio delle tue Etnics puzzolenti ti sei visto alzare da dietro il bancone un paio di pattini. L'addetto li tiene dalla parte superiore, anzi li stringe per i lacci e te li porge penzolanti, cosicché puoi guardare le ondeggianti lame scintillanti proprio davanti ai tuoi occhi.
E mi vuoi venire a dire che prendendo in mano quel pair of ice skates, you've never thought about the scene of the child? But splattern
implications aside, a moment after being shod I had already thrown on the track.
This time I skipped the usual practice and boring to do year-old taking turns walking practically hand in hand to the railing around the track. No, even my shoes kept coming, so hesitant, but sent one after another, tracing on the ice and my personal two strips, printed from my weight that dictates the depth. The balance of his plan puts us instead the geometry can make the exact parallel as two tracks, or draw two snakes in love, drunk, approaching and then rejected a second dopo.
Pochi giri di perimetro e quel meccanismo che inizialmente ti portava in giro scattoso, si è d'un tratto lubrificato assieme ai tuoi arti che ora si piegano senza sentirsi trafiggere da spilli di freddo: ora i piedi si sollevano con una tale leggerezza che stenti a ritenere possibile di aver già recuperato una certa familiarità, acquisita anni e anni fa, col gesto atletico della pattinata.
E così pensi alla bellezza e alla perfezione del corpo umano. Una macchina straordinaria che si adatta a fare qualsiasi cosa, e se non può farla a causa dell'insuperabilità di alcune leggi fisiche, la farà comunque fin dove può, arrivando a compromettere perfino il funzionamento di se stessa al costo di farla meglio. Una macchina learns that everything in this all a little something, the result of a selection, keep it nearby, because you can always see it and reach out to pick it up if you need it. The rest is rather hidden somewhere within its own transistor, so as to make you think of it forgotten, so for reasons of economy, to make room for others, not for negligence, and you do not even say where the guards, so that left not only by the weight of the casket, but also from the instructions to retrieve it and open it.
Cela, away from the senses, but do not throw anything, and if necessary recover and reintroduce. And so you rediscover repaid any experience I had tried to do years ago. Adaptability e memoria, ottimizzazione del risultato e velocità nel recupero dei dati: hai un computer, e nemmeno lo sai. Anzi, ingrato come sei, lo avveleni con sigarette, birre e altre sostanze che appannano le sue straordinarie qualità.
Sulla pista di forma rettangolare, una spirale vorticosa di pattinatori gira intorno a se stessa, in un anarchico ordine; infatti le scarpette taglienti marciano tutte in senso antiorario, talvolta tagliando un po' le curve quando presentano ingombro. Viene da pensare subito agli stormi di ragazzine che pattinano tenendosi per mano, convinte d'aver così più equilibrio. Contente loro.
Capita sovente che qualcuno osi sfidare quell'ingombro, cosicché anziché virare per cambiare direzione molto prima the swarm of slugs, you throw in pursuit of it, in an attempt to overtake him as soon as possible so you have to bend space again without filling against the fence-end. In
pass an obstacle, it will "tip" as in football, however, still not knowing if it will be passed on the right or left. We will know only when we have put behind us, and we'll already showing on the short side of the rectangle is now getting ready to change direction, but at that point it will affect us more: you'll be already planning to overtake other snails, to slip into other crevices .
The fun, you'll see, is not to skate safely: please spare me la noia mortale di pattinare a pista vuota! Il vero sollazzo risiede invece nel calcolare bene gli spazi, giocare ad aumentare la velocità affinché quei varchi che sembravano stretti non diventino di una misura sufficiente per passarci; dopodiché non resta che infiltrarcisi, pur correndo il rischio di toccare il sedere di qualche fanciulla.
Ma quelle strisce che per due ore hanno parlato di te, sapresti riconoscerle prima di andare via?
Una bambina davanti a te decide bella bella, proprio in quel momento, di cadere; le sue piccole ginocchia si flettono, e la piccola, per evitare di sbattere col popò, si sbilancia e cade in avanti, ritrovandosi prona sul lastrone bianco. E con tutti i coltelli che graffiavano il pavimento di gelo, lei doveva cedere a questa tentazione proprio mentre arrivavi tu, senza interpellarti.
Tu che avevi da poco e con fatica iniziato ad assemblare, con fare meccanico, qualche falcata: destro, sinistro, destro, sinistro, destro... Impegnato com'eri a risvegliare i muscoli delle gambe, non sentivi nello stomaco covare il gelo di un cancro infame.
Ma ormai è successo: una pozza rossa campeggia sul bianco della pista come nella bandiera del Giappone. Malgrado il tuo scivolare degli arti fosse diventato soave e coordinato, il senso di colpa, che galoppava più di te, ti ha raggiunto. In un attimo ti ha posato sul collo il suo freddo zoccolo di pietra, e ora ti stringe un abbraccio: rimarrò con te – ti sussurra nell'orecchio – sporcherò la tua anima come tu hai sporcato questa pista. Sì, dico a te. Fra tutte queste persone voglio proprio te.
La musica si ferma di colpo, la pista ha perso la sua boria per lasciare posto ad un cupo silenzio che l'avvolge; qualche grido lo scalfisce, ma soltanto l'urlo supremo può romperlo: quello della mamma della bambina, che sbracciando si precipita fulminea dalla sua figlioletta; lei, la piccola, è ancora troppo shockata per capire che ha perso quattro dita.
Tu non hai avuto il coraggio di voltarti a vedere e ti copri la faccia con le mani, mentre l'inerzia ti trasporta quegli ultimi metri, prima di spiaccicarti contro la transenna al perimetro della pista. Incredibilmente, quest'ultimo tratto, pattini dritto come non sei mai riuscito.
Speri di romperti qualcosa anche tu, ma l'urto con la transenna nemmeno ti scalfisce. Niente, non perdi nemmeno l'equilibrio e il rumore dei pattini contro il metallo della transenna non attira l'attenzione di nessuno: sono tutti preoccupati per la bambina e tu rimani il protagonista negativo e anonimo della vicenda. Il senso di colpa è rimasto ben attaccato al tuo collo: non ti molla. C'è solo da sperare che quegli uomini laggiù col camice bianco sappiano fare un lavoro di cucitura coi controfiocchi a quelle dita innocenti e pure.
Questa è più o meno la scena come più o meno te la sei immaginata all'entrata, quando in cambio delle tue Etnics puzzolenti ti sei visto alzare da dietro il bancone un paio di pattini. L'addetto li tiene dalla parte superiore, anzi li stringe per i lacci e te li porge penzolanti, cosicché puoi guardare le ondeggianti lame scintillanti proprio davanti ai tuoi occhi.
E mi vuoi venire a dire che prendendo in mano quel pair of ice skates, you've never thought about the scene of the child? But splattern
implications aside, a moment after being shod I had already thrown on the track.
This time I skipped the usual practice and boring to do year-old taking turns walking practically hand in hand to the railing around the track. No, even my shoes kept coming, so hesitant, but sent one after another, tracing on the ice and my personal two strips, printed from my weight that dictates the depth. The balance of his plan puts us instead the geometry can make the exact parallel as two tracks, or draw two snakes in love, drunk, approaching and then rejected a second dopo.
Pochi giri di perimetro e quel meccanismo che inizialmente ti portava in giro scattoso, si è d'un tratto lubrificato assieme ai tuoi arti che ora si piegano senza sentirsi trafiggere da spilli di freddo: ora i piedi si sollevano con una tale leggerezza che stenti a ritenere possibile di aver già recuperato una certa familiarità, acquisita anni e anni fa, col gesto atletico della pattinata.
E così pensi alla bellezza e alla perfezione del corpo umano. Una macchina straordinaria che si adatta a fare qualsiasi cosa, e se non può farla a causa dell'insuperabilità di alcune leggi fisiche, la farà comunque fin dove può, arrivando a compromettere perfino il funzionamento di se stessa al costo di farla meglio. Una macchina learns that everything in this all a little something, the result of a selection, keep it nearby, because you can always see it and reach out to pick it up if you need it. The rest is rather hidden somewhere within its own transistor, so as to make you think of it forgotten, so for reasons of economy, to make room for others, not for negligence, and you do not even say where the guards, so that left not only by the weight of the casket, but also from the instructions to retrieve it and open it.
Cela, away from the senses, but do not throw anything, and if necessary recover and reintroduce. And so you rediscover repaid any experience I had tried to do years ago. Adaptability e memoria, ottimizzazione del risultato e velocità nel recupero dei dati: hai un computer, e nemmeno lo sai. Anzi, ingrato come sei, lo avveleni con sigarette, birre e altre sostanze che appannano le sue straordinarie qualità.
Sulla pista di forma rettangolare, una spirale vorticosa di pattinatori gira intorno a se stessa, in un anarchico ordine; infatti le scarpette taglienti marciano tutte in senso antiorario, talvolta tagliando un po' le curve quando presentano ingombro. Viene da pensare subito agli stormi di ragazzine che pattinano tenendosi per mano, convinte d'aver così più equilibrio. Contente loro.
Capita sovente che qualcuno osi sfidare quell'ingombro, cosicché anziché virare per cambiare direzione molto prima the swarm of slugs, you throw in pursuit of it, in an attempt to overtake him as soon as possible so you have to bend space again without filling against the fence-end. In
pass an obstacle, it will "tip" as in football, however, still not knowing if it will be passed on the right or left. We will know only when we have put behind us, and we'll already showing on the short side of the rectangle is now getting ready to change direction, but at that point it will affect us more: you'll be already planning to overtake other snails, to slip into other crevices .
The fun, you'll see, is not to skate safely: please spare me la noia mortale di pattinare a pista vuota! Il vero sollazzo risiede invece nel calcolare bene gli spazi, giocare ad aumentare la velocità affinché quei varchi che sembravano stretti non diventino di una misura sufficiente per passarci; dopodiché non resta che infiltrarcisi, pur correndo il rischio di toccare il sedere di qualche fanciulla.
Ma quelle strisce che per due ore hanno parlato di te, sapresti riconoscerle prima di andare via?
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Japanese Congratulations
Photo Album
Bellezza maestra,
tu che m'albeggi cupe notti
con la forza di un fiore,
and sunsets in a flash
my golden days.
you who have changed residence,
and I follow them for fear
conceal the sky in your footsteps.
I will follow him, backwards,
the pages of an album:
jealous that I book hides your forms.
But what is holding the charge of silence
to a catalog of images,
which is nothing more than instrument
intentions and free will?
Could it really ever
me show it to move?
So be it, although it possessed the power,
which cross endless infamy
burn eternally in his mind!
No! Never the book by beautiful stretches
would dress this spot!
Moreover even means,
and does not care not even a little,
of shooting conditions:
does not reflect the play of light, and not
burns in the focus.
The book itself lying in the image:
only what is limited;
and gently cradle;
the fixed property,
and asleep pages.
So we are looking elsewhere for spoiler:
it checks the index rather indecisive,
if that presses on the shutter flickering
industry often worthless clicks.
And mind you the pastor of the focus, not
orchestras blasphemous function.
And that the goal is the objective facts,
and detailed descriptor of what he sees.
Look, the offender, in the region of human
fallible pride in its capital
and then in his twisted device
error which is in turn the son of error.
But when it found that the hand does not tremble,
and firmly holding the five fingers of his;
and interpolation is more than spotless, and if
is not blocked Mr. shutter
then turn aside from that book look,
and you exonerate from blame, please.
What if the offender is alien to man,
and even lives in his weapons,
you are looking for then in those meetings,
unexploded nell'indefinibile of those occasions.
Those moments I went in;
fast and inconsistent
cutting my chest, as gusts of wind.
Moments fled the daily
e sottratti al tiranno tempo
si riscoprono contro luce,
in un buio clandestino,
Come immortalare l'amante
che dall'immobile è fuggiasca?
Come sdraiare un istante
su un involucro immutabile?
Come stringere in posa due soggetti,
rinnegati reietti al galateo dello scatto?
Come fissare la cornice a una relazione
ch'è figlia dell'attimo che l'ha prodotta,
in movimento perpetuo,
in continua evoluzione?
Sono sfuggiti così a quest'album
la tua cornice aggraziata e dolce
e i particolari di fuoco
di questa nostra storia.
Tutto è rimasto a me
invisibile agli occhi:
e sfoglio queste foto
soltanto con la memoria.
Japanese Congratulations
Photo Album
Bellezza maestra,
tu che m'albeggi cupe notti
con la forza di un fiore,
and sunsets in a flash
my golden days.
you who have changed residence,
and I follow them for fear
conceal the sky in your footsteps.
I will follow him, backwards,
the pages of an album:
jealous that I book hides your forms.
But what is holding the charge of silence
to a catalog of images,
which is nothing more than instrument
intentions and free will?
Could it really ever
me show it to move?
So be it, although it possessed the power,
which cross endless infamy
burn eternally in his mind!
No! Never the book by beautiful stretches
would dress this spot!
Moreover even means,
and does not care not even a little,
of shooting conditions:
does not reflect the play of light, and not
burns in the focus.
The book itself lying in the image:
only what is limited;
and gently cradle;
the fixed property,
and asleep pages.
So we are looking elsewhere for spoiler:
it checks the index rather indecisive,
if that presses on the shutter flickering
industry often worthless clicks.
And mind you the pastor of the focus, not
orchestras blasphemous function.
And that the goal is the objective facts,
and detailed descriptor of what he sees.
Look, the offender, in the region of human
fallible pride in its capital
and then in his twisted device
error which is in turn the son of error.
But when it found that the hand does not tremble,
and firmly holding the five fingers of his;
and interpolation is more than spotless, and if
is not blocked Mr. shutter
then turn aside from that book look,
and you exonerate from blame, please.
What if the offender is alien to man,
and even lives in his weapons,
you are looking for then in those meetings,
unexploded nell'indefinibile of those occasions.
Those moments I went in;
fast and inconsistent
cutting my chest, as gusts of wind.
Moments fled the daily
e sottratti al tiranno tempo
si riscoprono contro luce,
in un buio clandestino,
Come immortalare l'amante
che dall'immobile è fuggiasca?
Come sdraiare un istante
su un involucro immutabile?
Come stringere in posa due soggetti,
rinnegati reietti al galateo dello scatto?
Come fissare la cornice a una relazione
ch'è figlia dell'attimo che l'ha prodotta,
in movimento perpetuo,
in continua evoluzione?
Sono sfuggiti così a quest'album
la tua cornice aggraziata e dolce
e i particolari di fuoco
di questa nostra storia.
Tutto è rimasto a me
invisibile agli occhi:
e sfoglio queste foto
soltanto con la memoria.
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