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Four Steps

Non potendo portare fuori il bicchiere in vetro, ho optato per un bicchiere in plastica.
Pago il whisky appena bevuto, ne prendo un secondo in un bicchiere di plastica e una birra in bottle, which I never get thirsty while walking. The
just finished dinner was lovely, not so much what was said, the food and wine.
No. 'was better for the continuous projection of memories and images on the future uneven, punctuated by the fact that the tears of a child of 11 months. All this after nearly two years when you could not see and who knows how many more will pass before the next time.
What then is quick to say that it is always the same, but it is not.
I always brought to the speeches, those of us, the hangover of 15 years and the huge figures,
our grandparents and friends because after all we keep ourselves well.
Released from house load of memories era troppo pesante per portarlo a letto.
Ci voleva qualcosa da bere e quattro passi tra quelle mura antiche che ne han viste tante e spero tante ne vedranno.
Il bar è sempre lì, anzì a dire il vero nei paesini i bar sono come le Chiese, ce n'è uno ogni 30 o 40 metri. Io vado nel mio bar, cioè dove andavo sempre.
Ovviamente la gestione non è più la stessa e se posso fare il vecchio rompi cazzo, è peggiorata.
Qui il primo whisky e il secondo e la birra da portare via.
Al banco invece che le solite faccie, orde di ragazzini in preda a chupiti e coca cole.
I quattro passi diventano un'ora buona di camminata strana, con il freddo e gli occhi lucidi. La testa sempre in cerca di un angolo o una window remember something or someone.
places of my grandfather, the ones where I escaped from my grandmother not to take the blows. The
my grandparents 'house, what was my grandparents' house is closed, empty, uninhabited.
seems to sleep on a cold night.
I see her coming down the descent which was little I looked like a mountain. Not so much less steep and long, but it's been a while.
I see the courtyard, the wall against which I played ball, the place where I hide ... all distances seem smaller now almost thirty years.
It 's almost one o'clock, a little matter to me, I sit on the steps of the house, "my" house, and watch.
things change, like almost everything before.
Even now looking at the square from where I sit I know that tomorrow will not have to go to school. Breathing the air that was my grandmother and my grandfather and I think when you're fifteen you do not know how things are, but when you have almost thirty, changing perspectives.
not too much maybe, but change.

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Four Steps

Non potendo portare fuori il bicchiere in vetro, ho optato per un bicchiere in plastica.
Pago il whisky appena bevuto, ne prendo un secondo in un bicchiere di plastica e una birra in bottle, which I never get thirsty while walking. The
just finished dinner was lovely, not so much what was said, the food and wine.
No. 'was better for the continuous projection of memories and images on the future uneven, punctuated by the fact that the tears of a child of 11 months. All this after nearly two years when you could not see and who knows how many more will pass before the next time.
What then is quick to say that it is always the same, but it is not.
I always brought to the speeches, those of us, the hangover of 15 years and the huge figures,
our grandparents and friends because after all we keep ourselves well.
Released from house load of memories era troppo pesante per portarlo a letto.
Ci voleva qualcosa da bere e quattro passi tra quelle mura antiche che ne han viste tante e spero tante ne vedranno.
Il bar è sempre lì, anzì a dire il vero nei paesini i bar sono come le Chiese, ce n'è uno ogni 30 o 40 metri. Io vado nel mio bar, cioè dove andavo sempre.
Ovviamente la gestione non è più la stessa e se posso fare il vecchio rompi cazzo, è peggiorata.
Qui il primo whisky e il secondo e la birra da portare via.
Al banco invece che le solite faccie, orde di ragazzini in preda a chupiti e coca cole.
I quattro passi diventano un'ora buona di camminata strana, con il freddo e gli occhi lucidi. La testa sempre in cerca di un angolo o una window remember something or someone.
places of my grandfather, the ones where I escaped from my grandmother not to take the blows. The
my grandparents 'house, what was my grandparents' house is closed, empty, uninhabited.
seems to sleep on a cold night.
I see her coming down the descent which was little I looked like a mountain. Not so much less steep and long, but it's been a while.
I see the courtyard, the wall against which I played ball, the place where I hide ... all distances seem smaller now almost thirty years.
It 's almost one o'clock, a little matter to me, I sit on the steps of the house, "my" house, and watch.
things change, like almost everything before.
Even now looking at the square from where I sit I know that tomorrow will not have to go to school. Breathing the air that was my grandmother and my grandfather and I think when you're fifteen you do not know how things are, but when you have almost thirty, changing perspectives.
not too much maybe, but change.

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Sample Provisional Certificate

The protest property of Gino. Profession goldfish retired.

The danger of standing was and you knew it.
Stand still, without even the slightest effort to breathe is not granted, you can not distract ever, even when you're tired.
You are not allowed to stop or even afraid to look in the mirror. Without
property as if it were not there, in a photo taken shortly before, in a realistic framework or in the mind stops in some reckless customer. But never, never in reality.
stand still and property can not remember how to swim, eat and lay down the walls. What then
walls are not seen by a ball and show all hidden corners oval.
A world made the round tub. Structurally
your property would be an insult to our turn around or maybe around the end of a nightmare that not even remember ever having started dreaming. Why
nightmares are dreams anyway and that you knew.
Then I realized that void by establishing the vendetta launched by content, container and context. Without mincing words
launched a cry without a voice to the delight of those who now knows you're in safe waters.
The real protest of those who do not take it anymore to keep moving is to establish a point on the ceiling and stand still, the nightmare started thinking and I can not remember the time when you started to dream about it.
But until recently, did you know that nightmares are dreams like dreams, are on the same supermarket shelves. Only dreams that you will also sell discounted, special offer or in single serving to be heated in the microwave.
The nightmare instead, that's all yours and can last a lifetime.
Then I read your cry of despair in the days of their Christmas leave consumerist movements and swim to other shores, with a dream in the head in the end but you do not know this early. You were still and motionless.
The next time round girerai still hope that a thought you dedicate it to me.

Now for a minute I stop and stare dreamily at the ceiling.

shit from head to

Sample Provisional Certificate

The protest property of Gino. Profession goldfish retired.

The danger of standing was and you knew it.
Stand still, without even the slightest effort to breathe is not granted, you can not distract ever, even when you're tired.
You are not allowed to stop or even afraid to look in the mirror. Without
property as if it were not there, in a photo taken shortly before, in a realistic framework or in the mind stops in some reckless customer. But never, never in reality.
stand still and property can not remember how to swim, eat and lay down the walls. What then
walls are not seen by a ball and show all hidden corners oval.
A world made the round tub. Structurally
your property would be an insult to our turn around or maybe around the end of a nightmare that not even remember ever having started dreaming. Why
nightmares are dreams anyway and that you knew.
Then I realized that void by establishing the vendetta launched by content, container and context. Without mincing words
launched a cry without a voice to the delight of those who now knows you're in safe waters.
The real protest of those who do not take it anymore to keep moving is to establish a point on the ceiling and stand still, the nightmare started thinking and I can not remember the time when you started to dream about it.
But until recently, did you know that nightmares are dreams like dreams, are on the same supermarket shelves. Only dreams that you will also sell discounted, special offer or in single serving to be heated in the microwave.
The nightmare instead, that's all yours and can last a lifetime.
Then I read your cry of despair in the days of their Christmas leave consumerist movements and swim to other shores, with a dream in the head in the end but you do not know this early. You were still and motionless.
The next time round girerai still hope that a thought you dedicate it to me.

Now for a minute I stop and stare dreamily at the ceiling.

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When Do I Use Starch When Ironing

around for the trivial

I went out to take air, to the head or ideas, I do not know.
this feeling too good, certainly not too much for a motion of confidence in myself. Analytical
piece of shit, I analyze in this world.

The employee is entitled to remuneration proportional to the quantity and quality of their work and in all cases sufficient to assure them and their families a free and dignified.

I was moving around in the streets, I have not seen Trovat anything and I have none. Only cold and angry, just a dog on a leash with a master. Cold yes, I remember that and then nothing.
Suddenly I know a road that does not, however, does not matter a damn.
I think they are likely to suffer cuts of meat in the freezer to the cold. I piece of meat in the middle of a street in the cold.

Italy is a democratic republic, founded on work.
The sovereignty belongs to the people and is exercised in the manner and within the limits of the Constitution.

searched and researched the steps that led me here, on the one hand, anonymous buildings and old forms of art, the other a slow stream. Calm and reassuring. In mezzo a loro passano auto veloci come idee che non si innestano nel cervello.
Vanno veloci e mi fa male la testa, non riesco ad afferrarne neppure una. Respiro a fondo ma, cazzo, la puzza mi annebbia ancora di più la mente. Forse è il momento di gridare.

Tutti i cittadini hanno pari dignità sociale e sono eguali davanti alla legge, senza distinzione di sesso, di razza, di lingua, di religione, di opinioni politiche, di condizioni personali e sociali.

Trovo una scia e la seguo, passo passo ritrovo tutti i miei passi, me li ricordo tutti, li riconosco. Riavvolgo anche il nastro dei pensieri in modo da non cancellarli, ma per registrarci sopra quelli nuovi ed essere sempre cool. The cold I
destroys all desire, the air condenses to form clouds my thoughts and loads of water and I water relaxes me.

The Republic recognizes all citizens the right to work and promotes conditions to fulfill this right. Every citizen has a duty to perform according to their ability and individual choice, activity or function that contributes to the material or spiritual progress of society.

get tired from where I left, yet only 10 minutes have passed. The cold keeps her company to my guilt, my confidence entrusted to a blind man trying to find the way out. I stop in a corner and I find no excuses vorrei piangere ma si forman soltanto ghiaccioli sotto gli occhi, allora prova a pisciare in un angolo senza che nessuno mi veda. Per un'altra fottutissima volta sono uscito e tutto ciò che ho riportato a casa è il banale.

Tutte le confessioni religiose sono egualmente libere davanti alla legge.
La Repubblica promuove lo sviluppo della cultura e la ricerca scientifica e tecnica.
Tutela il paesaggio e il patrimonio storico e artistico della Nazione.

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When Do I Use Starch When Ironing

around for the trivial

I went out to take air, to the head or ideas, I do not know.
this feeling too good, certainly not too much for a motion of confidence in myself. Analytical
piece of shit, I analyze in this world.

The employee is entitled to remuneration proportional to the quantity and quality of their work and in all cases sufficient to assure them and their families a free and dignified.

I was moving around in the streets, I have not seen Trovat anything and I have none. Only cold and angry, just a dog on a leash with a master. Cold yes, I remember that and then nothing.
Suddenly I know a road that does not, however, does not matter a damn.
I think they are likely to suffer cuts of meat in the freezer to the cold. I piece of meat in the middle of a street in the cold.

Italy is a democratic republic, founded on work.
The sovereignty belongs to the people and is exercised in the manner and within the limits of the Constitution.

searched and researched the steps that led me here, on the one hand, anonymous buildings and old forms of art, the other a slow stream. Calm and reassuring. In mezzo a loro passano auto veloci come idee che non si innestano nel cervello.
Vanno veloci e mi fa male la testa, non riesco ad afferrarne neppure una. Respiro a fondo ma, cazzo, la puzza mi annebbia ancora di più la mente. Forse è il momento di gridare.

Tutti i cittadini hanno pari dignità sociale e sono eguali davanti alla legge, senza distinzione di sesso, di razza, di lingua, di religione, di opinioni politiche, di condizioni personali e sociali.

Trovo una scia e la seguo, passo passo ritrovo tutti i miei passi, me li ricordo tutti, li riconosco. Riavvolgo anche il nastro dei pensieri in modo da non cancellarli, ma per registrarci sopra quelli nuovi ed essere sempre cool. The cold I
destroys all desire, the air condenses to form clouds my thoughts and loads of water and I water relaxes me.

The Republic recognizes all citizens the right to work and promotes conditions to fulfill this right. Every citizen has a duty to perform according to their ability and individual choice, activity or function that contributes to the material or spiritual progress of society.

get tired from where I left, yet only 10 minutes have passed. The cold keeps her company to my guilt, my confidence entrusted to a blind man trying to find the way out. I stop in a corner and I find no excuses vorrei piangere ma si forman soltanto ghiaccioli sotto gli occhi, allora prova a pisciare in un angolo senza che nessuno mi veda. Per un'altra fottutissima volta sono uscito e tutto ciò che ho riportato a casa è il banale.

Tutte le confessioni religiose sono egualmente libere davanti alla legge.
La Repubblica promuove lo sviluppo della cultura e la ricerca scientifica e tecnica.
Tutela il paesaggio e il patrimonio storico e artistico della Nazione.

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Can I Get Sepsis From A Root Canal

We

Noi ci trovavamo ai giardinetti al pomeriggio, dopo la scuola e il suo tempo pieno che lasciava spazi interminabili alla fantasia.
La focaccia non era sempre buona, but often it was not. Depended on the baker, the street that my grandmother had to get to school, but I think more often, even the weather. No matter the cake or fruit juice and iced tea. Eating and drinking has always been marginal in those days for us.
Remove the tee was the first thing important of those days, the second was to take the ball from the plastic bag. The third, with the goal.

We have continued to visit the park, nothing in the post that drew from the imagination why not stay in bed all afternoon.
The pizza and chips were important only to accompany the beer.
beers were taken to the supermarket in front of the park. We crossed indenni la moda delle lattine per poi passare al periodo nero delle birre da 66cl, aperte nei modi più improbabili. Solo mia madre sa quante chiavi di casa posso aver rotto.
Mai una sola birra, sempre almeno tre e sopratutto sempre in compagnia.
Mai soli e mai soltanto gli stessi discorsi. I temi forse erano sempre gli stessi, cioè il tema eravamo noi nelle nostre declinazioni.
Noi e le ragazze, noi e il calcio, noi e la vita, noi e la paura.

Noi ora non andiamo più al parco, ma siamo sempre noi.
Senza felpe e sacchetti di plastica, giocheremmo per ore senza fermarci, con la pioggia e con il sole. Ne sono certo, ne sono quasi certo. Prenderemmo per seri i calci negli stinchi e le spallate, ci manderemmo a " fuck off" because "you're a dickhead" , but we could sit and say the same thing yesterday. With the same beer and the same eyes lost behind a passing bus, some ass or falling leaves. Because today I'm almost thirty and yesterday there were twenty, but the story remains the same. We
and girls, football and we, we and little money, us and life, and we fear.

Why we will never be those who enter the history books or are placed on the shelves of libraries. Those that when there is a party are the last to be invited but also the last to leave. We are still those who are moved to a gift, a song or a glass cabinet.
We still have some dreams in the drawer, under some odd pair of socks that have replaced the Guerin Sportivo and porn magazines yesterday.
Maybe we will not have any bench in the ass to tell us our stuff, we'll see more of our suggestions or concerns or yawning be clouds in the cold or damp, but those words in and maybe we will come out together in some way to our souls.
When I do not know, but maybe not even know how the place.
will not be wars or diseases, they will not anxieties and threats.
We will always be us and the girls, us and the football, we and little money, us and life. We
and fear.

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Can I Get Sepsis From A Root Canal

We

Noi ci trovavamo ai giardinetti al pomeriggio, dopo la scuola e il suo tempo pieno che lasciava spazi interminabili alla fantasia.
La focaccia non era sempre buona, but often it was not. Depended on the baker, the street that my grandmother had to get to school, but I think more often, even the weather. No matter the cake or fruit juice and iced tea. Eating and drinking has always been marginal in those days for us.
Remove the tee was the first thing important of those days, the second was to take the ball from the plastic bag. The third, with the goal.

We have continued to visit the park, nothing in the post that drew from the imagination why not stay in bed all afternoon.
The pizza and chips were important only to accompany the beer.
beers were taken to the supermarket in front of the park. We crossed indenni la moda delle lattine per poi passare al periodo nero delle birre da 66cl, aperte nei modi più improbabili. Solo mia madre sa quante chiavi di casa posso aver rotto.
Mai una sola birra, sempre almeno tre e sopratutto sempre in compagnia.
Mai soli e mai soltanto gli stessi discorsi. I temi forse erano sempre gli stessi, cioè il tema eravamo noi nelle nostre declinazioni.
Noi e le ragazze, noi e il calcio, noi e la vita, noi e la paura.

Noi ora non andiamo più al parco, ma siamo sempre noi.
Senza felpe e sacchetti di plastica, giocheremmo per ore senza fermarci, con la pioggia e con il sole. Ne sono certo, ne sono quasi certo. Prenderemmo per seri i calci negli stinchi e le spallate, ci manderemmo a " fuck off" because "you're a dickhead" , but we could sit and say the same thing yesterday. With the same beer and the same eyes lost behind a passing bus, some ass or falling leaves. Because today I'm almost thirty and yesterday there were twenty, but the story remains the same. We
and girls, football and we, we and little money, us and life, and we fear.

Why we will never be those who enter the history books or are placed on the shelves of libraries. Those that when there is a party are the last to be invited but also the last to leave. We are still those who are moved to a gift, a song or a glass cabinet.
We still have some dreams in the drawer, under some odd pair of socks that have replaced the Guerin Sportivo and porn magazines yesterday.
Maybe we will not have any bench in the ass to tell us our stuff, we'll see more of our suggestions or concerns or yawning be clouds in the cold or damp, but those words in and maybe we will come out together in some way to our souls.
When I do not know, but maybe not even know how the place.
will not be wars or diseases, they will not anxieties and threats.
We will always be us and the girls, us and the football, we and little money, us and life. We
and fear.

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Quotes On A Tombstone For Halloween

In the dark room. The earth trembles

The colored lights at night are beautiful.
The colored lights illuminate the soul, the empty room. The darkness in which we are immersed boundaries immense and endless space.
The colored lights are beautiful just because there's nothing around. Not even the memory of a time gone or the flavor of times with no history.
Meanwhile, Christmas comes with a load of fake smiles and greetings cards, colored and shining eyes.
But the colored lights to acknowledge them only in the dark, when everything around is nonsense.
Day or surrounded by gleaming windows have no joy, no light, do not give you depth. With Christmas getting closer, the starched shirt and a candle to the unspoken desire in the narrow old hand let's slow steps on the road without knowing where we stop to think or watch children play.
Still in the dark room I think I'd do the movements.
burning piece of cardboard in the fireplace, I would like a child again at least for one night and look at the window overlooking the orchard, so small as to seem immense.
Out of the dark, my reflection on the glass. An eye for an eye and all was well my darkness. Who knows what would have been the next day, but tonight, maybe just for that night, I saw the lights lit up like trails of hope. The colored lights
draw images meaningless, as everyday actions. The trust you have in things, however, is impossible to imagine designs.
Christmas quando arriva cancella i brutti propositi portando i lumi della speranza in lunghe processioni, dentro Chiesa piene di credenti e finti santi.
Le luci colorate che non illuminano la stanza, mi danno un segno di riconoscimento, un punto lontano, un segno sfuocato. Posso arrivare fin là.
Poco importa se lontano sento bombe a mano scoppiare o se non azzecco una cinquina da quattro anni. Sono solo le apparenze, ciò che è certo è che le luci colorate nella notte sono belle.

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Quotes On A Tombstone For Halloween

In the dark room. The earth trembles

The colored lights at night are beautiful.
The colored lights illuminate the soul, the empty room. The darkness in which we are immersed boundaries immense and endless space.
The colored lights are beautiful just because there's nothing around. Not even the memory of a time gone or the flavor of times with no history.
Meanwhile, Christmas comes with a load of fake smiles and greetings cards, colored and shining eyes.
But the colored lights to acknowledge them only in the dark, when everything around is nonsense.
Day or surrounded by gleaming windows have no joy, no light, do not give you depth. With Christmas getting closer, the starched shirt and a candle to the unspoken desire in the narrow old hand let's slow steps on the road without knowing where we stop to think or watch children play.
Still in the dark room I think I'd do the movements.
burning piece of cardboard in the fireplace, I would like a child again at least for one night and look at the window overlooking the orchard, so small as to seem immense.
Out of the dark, my reflection on the glass. An eye for an eye and all was well my darkness. Who knows what would have been the next day, but tonight, maybe just for that night, I saw the lights lit up like trails of hope. The colored lights
draw images meaningless, as everyday actions. The trust you have in things, however, is impossible to imagine designs.
Christmas quando arriva cancella i brutti propositi portando i lumi della speranza in lunghe processioni, dentro Chiesa piene di credenti e finti santi.
Le luci colorate che non illuminano la stanza, mi danno un segno di riconoscimento, un punto lontano, un segno sfuocato. Posso arrivare fin là.
Poco importa se lontano sento bombe a mano scoppiare o se non azzecco una cinquina da quattro anni. Sono solo le apparenze, ciò che è certo è che le luci colorate nella notte sono belle.

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Looks Like Denise Milani

Se un farfalla batte le ali a Milano può scatenare un terremoto in Brianza.
E' lo scaturire sano della concatenazione degli eventi.
Per questo oggi pomeriggio mi sono fatto la barba, per causare delle consequences.
Not so much on my skin or my look, but missed 5 years with some clever shots blade is a great satisfaction. In a period of adjustments and then even more silicone. I
favorably noticed that the earth trembles, and how.
Just think of what can generate a journalist who publishes news on a hot site. The whole world police who goes hunting for a man who refused to have sex with condoms.
Now we are all under control.
So I think that Benedict XVI said that in some cases the use of condoms is acceptable and I also think that sometimes keep quiet would be helpful. Unless he was referring to the journalist in question. Then the earth shook really e non solo per un preservativo rotto.
Così mi sono deciso a usare anche il dopobarba pensando a come metterlo in faccia.
Parto dal mento o dalle guance? Mi schiaffeggio o massaggio?
Ora penso che tutto sia importante, anche come mi gratto il pacco o come allaccio le scarpe.
Come mi metto le mutande. E se non le mettessi proprio?
Tutto così fondamentale. Da come mi sono messo il dopo barba ho appreso che ho generato l'ennesima caccia alle streghe in un paese Grande Fratello dipendente. L'ennesimo maghrebino accusato di esser colpevole di un qualcosa che non ha fatto. L'ennesimo rincorrere di telecamere e la presa per il culo della dignità. Tutto tremava dandomi il voltastomaco, come essere sul Bruco Verde avendo mangiato a box of Moncher.
I then decided to remove the after-shave, but I doubt whether the attack. I wash my face or get up vigorously rubbing with a towel? The performance anxiety attacks me and before I decide to drink a glass of water. Cold or room temperature? Even here though trembling all because this water will soon also be that I think everyone will be privatized. But I can not always drink beer. My beer.
I decide to drink of cold water and a towel.
I look around for a moment, nothing happened. Then I go look on the first page of a national daily newspaper. December 14 is close at hand, it was my birthday or even your Christmas, but all the waiting with anxiety and frenzy. Trust or distrust, the earth trembles, but the credibility of someone.
Too many interests, perhaps, the butterfly will not be able to make pretty much nothing in this case. I read that one vote, Yes or NO, is valued at around € 500 thousand and then I think of my grandfather, who became the butt for not ever earn that money. Dirty money as the hands that will take.
At this point I'm tired and I thought it would cause a good crap terromoto, flood or other on the Parliament. Maybe in a few days ... I concentrated well and without courage. Now wait for the slow succession of the consequences.
I can not help it, I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one.

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Looks Like Denise Milani

Se un farfalla batte le ali a Milano può scatenare un terremoto in Brianza.
E' lo scaturire sano della concatenazione degli eventi.
Per questo oggi pomeriggio mi sono fatto la barba, per causare delle consequences.
Not so much on my skin or my look, but missed 5 years with some clever shots blade is a great satisfaction. In a period of adjustments and then even more silicone. I
favorably noticed that the earth trembles, and how.
Just think of what can generate a journalist who publishes news on a hot site. The whole world police who goes hunting for a man who refused to have sex with condoms.
Now we are all under control.
So I think that Benedict XVI said that in some cases the use of condoms is acceptable and I also think that sometimes keep quiet would be helpful. Unless he was referring to the journalist in question. Then the earth shook really e non solo per un preservativo rotto.
Così mi sono deciso a usare anche il dopobarba pensando a come metterlo in faccia.
Parto dal mento o dalle guance? Mi schiaffeggio o massaggio?
Ora penso che tutto sia importante, anche come mi gratto il pacco o come allaccio le scarpe.
Come mi metto le mutande. E se non le mettessi proprio?
Tutto così fondamentale. Da come mi sono messo il dopo barba ho appreso che ho generato l'ennesima caccia alle streghe in un paese Grande Fratello dipendente. L'ennesimo maghrebino accusato di esser colpevole di un qualcosa che non ha fatto. L'ennesimo rincorrere di telecamere e la presa per il culo della dignità. Tutto tremava dandomi il voltastomaco, come essere sul Bruco Verde avendo mangiato a box of Moncher.
I then decided to remove the after-shave, but I doubt whether the attack. I wash my face or get up vigorously rubbing with a towel? The performance anxiety attacks me and before I decide to drink a glass of water. Cold or room temperature? Even here though trembling all because this water will soon also be that I think everyone will be privatized. But I can not always drink beer. My beer.
I decide to drink of cold water and a towel.
I look around for a moment, nothing happened. Then I go look on the first page of a national daily newspaper. December 14 is close at hand, it was my birthday or even your Christmas, but all the waiting with anxiety and frenzy. Trust or distrust, the earth trembles, but the credibility of someone.
Too many interests, perhaps, the butterfly will not be able to make pretty much nothing in this case. I read that one vote, Yes or NO, is valued at around € 500 thousand and then I think of my grandfather, who became the butt for not ever earn that money. Dirty money as the hands that will take.
At this point I'm tired and I thought it would cause a good crap terromoto, flood or other on the Parliament. Maybe in a few days ... I concentrated well and without courage. Now wait for the slow succession of the consequences.
I can not help it, I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one.

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The window on me I'll try

Da casa mia si vedeva un bel tramonto.
Addirittura vedevo il Duomo e la Madonnina che ammiccava maliziosa.
Da casa mia si vedeva...poi hanno costruito palazzi.
Da casa mia non si vede più niente.
All'inizio avevo paura. Ero triste e avevo paura.
Poi mi sono abituato. Equilibrio forse.
Si deve sempre cercare il giusto equilibrio.
Oppure ho imparato a capire che non mi devo interessare alle apparenze
ed ho imparato a osservare ciò che voglio.
Ora che vivo a piano terra tengo le finestre sempre chiuse.
Non vedrei nulla di bello se le tenessi aperte ed ho imparato a guardare
lontano. Oltre il mio naso, senza fermarmi all'apparenza.
Poco oltre al cartello luminoso con la scritta FANCULO.

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The window on me I'll try

Da casa mia si vedeva un bel tramonto.
Addirittura vedevo il Duomo e la Madonnina che ammiccava maliziosa.
Da casa mia si vedeva...poi hanno costruito palazzi.
Da casa mia non si vede più niente.
All'inizio avevo paura. Ero triste e avevo paura.
Poi mi sono abituato. Equilibrio forse.
Si deve sempre cercare il giusto equilibrio.
Oppure ho imparato a capire che non mi devo interessare alle apparenze
ed ho imparato a osservare ciò che voglio.
Ora che vivo a piano terra tengo le finestre sempre chiuse.
Non vedrei nulla di bello se le tenessi aperte ed ho imparato a guardare
lontano. Oltre il mio naso, senza fermarmi all'apparenza.
Poco oltre al cartello luminoso con la scritta FANCULO.

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Cercherò su di me quelle risposte non date. Che non mi vengono date.
Partendo dai piedi proverò a capire i passi fatti, le circonvallazioni percorse dietro a locali o parlando coi conducenti. Dalle unghie rotte sui campi di periferia, per capire cosa mi resta di un sogno iniziato a sei anni, con un pallone e poche speranze.
Non sono belli, ma sono tutta la strada che ho fatto. Sono tutta la strada che sono riuscito a fare, senza precauzioni o passaggi filtrati da amici preoccupati.
La scia lasciata dalle mie camminate non è sempre dritta e lascia sempre il dubbio vivo nella mente, che io non sappia mai dove andare. Ma la parola MAI ha un peso troppo grande.
on me I will not have had those signs.
Going down to the knees that now fall to pieces. Rusty joints in a short time, full of body weight, the barrel and jump to get there before evening the next day.
I would say the operations were successful, continue to accuse me of trying with a knee without a hitch. I could not answer that except that when you do not feel the pain. When you want to.
try on me the scars left by others on other bodies. Because basically it also lives on the lives of those who made you.
ask a liver bile and to throw out the back to get angry as before. Like when it's raining outside. The dinners in restaurants improbable past and say quanto non può essere così, ieri come oggi, prima come dopo.
Chiedendo a un cuore di pompare sempre di più, perchè quando vuoi sai buttarlo oltre quelle mura con cui ti opprimi la mente. Anche se sai che non hai qualità, ma riesci a simularle. In altre forme, in altri colori, con la stessa resa.
Cercherò su di me la voglia di andare oltre il padrone, il padronato e la commozione.
Chiedendo alle mia braccia, alla mia schiena e al mio petto di farsi forza e tirare su il palazzo che è nella mia testa, chiuso tra schizzi di inchiostro, ricordi e qualche idea.
Anche quando la stanchezza ti fa dire "chi me lo fa fare" o per scaricare tensioni prendendo a bottigliate i fantasmi nella testa.
Cercherò about me pieces of other people, things that I have lived, stories that I wrote.
asking my eyes to see a little farther on, in addition to my feet and my self. In addition to street lit by lamplight. Deleting self-centeredness that has led to a cause, but gives no benefit.
bringing tears to my eyes every time it sees fit, without shame of the other eye could judge. I want to see everything and see what I can not, I imagine, reading, writing. Even keeping them closed.
try on me. Point.
asking me to head to be deployed unless and my thought to be less present. Losing myself in speeches made in the wrong night, walking backwards o correndo sul posto.
Girando le parole si possono cambiare i significati e allo stesso tempo non dire nulla. Anche senza stare in silenzio. Forse mi sono soltanto perso in un labirinto con troppe vie d'uscita, come un giro di chitarra in un pezzo che dal country sfocia in una ballata rock.
Cercherò su di me, già.

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Cercherò su di me quelle risposte non date. Che non mi vengono date.
Partendo dai piedi proverò a capire i passi fatti, le circonvallazioni percorse dietro a locali o parlando coi conducenti. Dalle unghie rotte sui campi di periferia, per capire cosa mi resta di un sogno iniziato a sei anni, con un pallone e poche speranze.
Non sono belli, ma sono tutta la strada che ho fatto. Sono tutta la strada che sono riuscito a fare, senza precauzioni o passaggi filtrati da amici preoccupati.
La scia lasciata dalle mie camminate non è sempre dritta e lascia sempre il dubbio vivo nella mente, che io non sappia mai dove andare. Ma la parola MAI ha un peso troppo grande.
on me I will not have had those signs.
Going down to the knees that now fall to pieces. Rusty joints in a short time, full of body weight, the barrel and jump to get there before evening the next day.
I would say the operations were successful, continue to accuse me of trying with a knee without a hitch. I could not answer that except that when you do not feel the pain. When you want to.
try on me the scars left by others on other bodies. Because basically it also lives on the lives of those who made you.
ask a liver bile and to throw out the back to get angry as before. Like when it's raining outside. The dinners in restaurants improbable past and say quanto non può essere così, ieri come oggi, prima come dopo.
Chiedendo a un cuore di pompare sempre di più, perchè quando vuoi sai buttarlo oltre quelle mura con cui ti opprimi la mente. Anche se sai che non hai qualità, ma riesci a simularle. In altre forme, in altri colori, con la stessa resa.
Cercherò su di me la voglia di andare oltre il padrone, il padronato e la commozione.
Chiedendo alle mia braccia, alla mia schiena e al mio petto di farsi forza e tirare su il palazzo che è nella mia testa, chiuso tra schizzi di inchiostro, ricordi e qualche idea.
Anche quando la stanchezza ti fa dire "chi me lo fa fare" o per scaricare tensioni prendendo a bottigliate i fantasmi nella testa.
Cercherò about me pieces of other people, things that I have lived, stories that I wrote.
asking my eyes to see a little farther on, in addition to my feet and my self. In addition to street lit by lamplight. Deleting self-centeredness that has led to a cause, but gives no benefit.
bringing tears to my eyes every time it sees fit, without shame of the other eye could judge. I want to see everything and see what I can not, I imagine, reading, writing. Even keeping them closed.
try on me. Point.
asking me to head to be deployed unless and my thought to be less present. Losing myself in speeches made in the wrong night, walking backwards o correndo sul posto.
Girando le parole si possono cambiare i significati e allo stesso tempo non dire nulla. Anche senza stare in silenzio. Forse mi sono soltanto perso in un labirinto con troppe vie d'uscita, come un giro di chitarra in un pezzo che dal country sfocia in una ballata rock.
Cercherò su di me, già.

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I belch in the middle called D **

Tra una cosa e l'altra c'è modo di vedere quello che non c'è.
Così è per questo che ti credi finito, ti senti sfinito e guardi l'infinito.
Credo che avrei potuto fare una fine migliore ma sarei dovuto partire da un inizio migliore.
Credo che le cose vadano in maniera direttamente proporzionale nella maggior parte della cose. Quelle in cui non goes well I will not even imagine.
I think if I could believe a little more into what I would have no more faith in God and in myself. No approach is clear, I drink, swear and I did not saints in heaven.
If you look carefully in the basket of dirty things, odd socks and underwear in addition to well-educated, I also ran after the years of nothing done only for the sake of having out of breath at the end, she had gone a little farther.
I think at that time when I pulled back because I wanted to just do it.
I think with all the trains that I let go into the eyes of those looking out the window. If only I had committed more hours I could drive it quel treno, ma visto il mio successo con la guida meglio lasciar perdere.
Credo che forse dovrei smetterla di credere anche a queste cose o al poco che credo.
Credo di non ricordare più dov'è quel posto che pensavo fosse definitivo.
Sono convinto che credere e pensare non abbiano motivo di essere accostabili. Due linee che si inseguono all'infinito e si incontrano solo quando l'occhio non arriva più a distinguer l'orizzonte. Perchè anche l'occhio vuole la sua parte.
Credo di ritenere interessante l'immagine di me, con tutti i pregiudizi che ho verso i ragazzi come me. Fintamente appartenenti a qualcosa o a qualcuno.
Credo di parlare a caso il più delle volte e che non sempre vengo ascoltato quando parlo veramente, after all, the only story I have always believed is that of Peter and the Wolf.
In the refrigerator I have everything I need. Beer, wine, meat bones and other parts that were once alive. Cans, and some ideas that I can not sneak look to follow up.
I believe in walking aimlessly, without a mid-life and the apple cut in half, which joins other half. Color and taste different, sometimes opposite.
I believe in looking out the window to see the world standing still and observing a screen divided into squares and do not understand a shit.
I tell the hours spent in the past to see the future, passing through the present. Combining everything as perfect, just the wrong punctuation.
I believe in the sons of sons of bitches and queens, often uniting in the same figure of a woman.
I think you wasted no time today to read these things, but obviously you should have reached the end.

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Tra una cosa e l'altra c'è modo di vedere quello che non c'è.
Così è per questo che ti credi finito, ti senti sfinito e guardi l'infinito.
Credo che avrei potuto fare una fine migliore ma sarei dovuto partire da un inizio migliore.
Credo che le cose vadano in maniera direttamente proporzionale nella maggior parte della cose. Quelle in cui non goes well I will not even imagine.
I think if I could believe a little more into what I would have no more faith in God and in myself. No approach is clear, I drink, swear and I did not saints in heaven.
If you look carefully in the basket of dirty things, odd socks and underwear in addition to well-educated, I also ran after the years of nothing done only for the sake of having out of breath at the end, she had gone a little farther.
I think at that time when I pulled back because I wanted to just do it.
I think with all the trains that I let go into the eyes of those looking out the window. If only I had committed more hours I could drive it quel treno, ma visto il mio successo con la guida meglio lasciar perdere.
Credo che forse dovrei smetterla di credere anche a queste cose o al poco che credo.
Credo di non ricordare più dov'è quel posto che pensavo fosse definitivo.
Sono convinto che credere e pensare non abbiano motivo di essere accostabili. Due linee che si inseguono all'infinito e si incontrano solo quando l'occhio non arriva più a distinguer l'orizzonte. Perchè anche l'occhio vuole la sua parte.
Credo di ritenere interessante l'immagine di me, con tutti i pregiudizi che ho verso i ragazzi come me. Fintamente appartenenti a qualcosa o a qualcuno.
Credo di parlare a caso il più delle volte e che non sempre vengo ascoltato quando parlo veramente, after all, the only story I have always believed is that of Peter and the Wolf.
In the refrigerator I have everything I need. Beer, wine, meat bones and other parts that were once alive. Cans, and some ideas that I can not sneak look to follow up.
I believe in walking aimlessly, without a mid-life and the apple cut in half, which joins other half. Color and taste different, sometimes opposite.
I believe in looking out the window to see the world standing still and observing a screen divided into squares and do not understand a shit.
I tell the hours spent in the past to see the future, passing through the present. Combining everything as perfect, just the wrong punctuation.
I believe in the sons of sons of bitches and queens, often uniting in the same figure of a woman.
I think you wasted no time today to read these things, but obviously you should have reached the end.

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The most beautiful sea of \u200b\u200bmy life. Opening the window of what was my room for hours and even if for a few days, I could see it.
in the distance. I have never seen a beach like that, even at dawn, even on rainy days or quiet apparent. I think I deserved and essermelo enough, but I do not know why, it's been too many years now. The calm
date from the first light of morning soon born from the ashes of the night before, without being in the past letto di nessuno, col cuscino ancora intatto dal passaggio della donna delle pulizie. Chi l'ha detto che alle 6 meno venti del mattino il caffè sia meglio di una birra fredda?
E' solo questione di abitudine.
Una stanza non mia, un letto non mio, una finestra non mia. Amici a condividere gli odori.
Però ciò che è intorno è anche mio, partendo dall'aria che respiro sino al mare, con tutto quello che ci sta in mezzo. Fino al mare appunto.
Perchè tutto il Mondo sia meritevole di essere, senza necessità o aiuti.
Quella calma piatta del mare d'inverno, anche se è Agosto e il sole comincia a dare cenni di esserci, educatamente ma con insistenza.
Guardare fermi fuori dalla finestra, a slight breeze to stay awake, someone snoring in the background, others are considering whether to stay or to remain vigilant to wait for the sun.
A sip of beer to calculate the length of thought, to hear how long it takes to be there in the middle of the sea. My breath has the aroma of the beer drunk in the evening, but does the same a small cloud as it exits the mouth, perhaps from the cold, perhaps due to moisture.
As a child I liked to think that those clouds were the words, the weight of words, a "hello" or "you are, please."
Even breathing is less labored than I think.
From the window I see the sky and the sea flat calm and relax thinking that maybe one day I will be so. Together seem to get lost in the infinity up to a point where I'll never get even with your eyes closed.
The line that divides the sky and the sea has never been as clear as that morning.
At that moment I wanted to cry thinking they could write about everything without knowing anything.

shit from head to

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The most beautiful sea of \u200b\u200bmy life. Opening the window of what was my room for hours and even if for a few days, I could see it.
in the distance. I have never seen a beach like that, even at dawn, even on rainy days or quiet apparent. I think I deserved and essermelo enough, but I do not know why, it's been too many years now. The calm
date from the first light of morning soon born from the ashes of the night before, without being in the past letto di nessuno, col cuscino ancora intatto dal passaggio della donna delle pulizie. Chi l'ha detto che alle 6 meno venti del mattino il caffè sia meglio di una birra fredda?
E' solo questione di abitudine.
Una stanza non mia, un letto non mio, una finestra non mia. Amici a condividere gli odori.
Però ciò che è intorno è anche mio, partendo dall'aria che respiro sino al mare, con tutto quello che ci sta in mezzo. Fino al mare appunto.
Perchè tutto il Mondo sia meritevole di essere, senza necessità o aiuti.
Quella calma piatta del mare d'inverno, anche se è Agosto e il sole comincia a dare cenni di esserci, educatamente ma con insistenza.
Guardare fermi fuori dalla finestra, a slight breeze to stay awake, someone snoring in the background, others are considering whether to stay or to remain vigilant to wait for the sun.
A sip of beer to calculate the length of thought, to hear how long it takes to be there in the middle of the sea. My breath has the aroma of the beer drunk in the evening, but does the same a small cloud as it exits the mouth, perhaps from the cold, perhaps due to moisture.
As a child I liked to think that those clouds were the words, the weight of words, a "hello" or "you are, please."
Even breathing is less labored than I think.
From the window I see the sky and the sea flat calm and relax thinking that maybe one day I will be so. Together seem to get lost in the infinity up to a point where I'll never get even with your eyes closed.
The line that divides the sky and the sea has never been as clear as that morning.
At that moment I wanted to cry thinking they could write about everything without knowing anything.

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The pace is always the same

I want for Christmas this year was hot. Bluntly and smiles of fact, no half measures. But hot. Because heat does not just mean time heat, sun or sea or whatever is around us. No, what I do not give a damn.
I want it hot like the bed when I woke up as a child.
I want to take away the thought of tomorrow, when look at the sky and there you hear nothing but the horn of the machines or the cell phone ringtones.
infamous Grey sky called love. Respond nothing. Long
rounds returns and returns and returns from leave without anything, in the vortex of a complex completion slow. The everyday, relative, friend face the mirror.
Where am when I look out the window? Now I'm lost in these streets, I look for the trail of some trams, but I do not recognize any faces.
Maybe a driver, sometimes a distracted passerby, but nobody recognizes me.
moment of bewilderment, I tidy up. It 's Christmas. I want the heat.
In the distance I see the old approach, the shadow curve and the slow pace. They are my Grandparents are the ones who are here for Christmas ... the closer they come the greater the emotion, the closer they come more salt frustration. Can not be them, they died years ago.
without telling me why, have gone along with the heat I needed.
there I was, without a half away, on the one hand, a bus stop that leads nowhere and the other a pair of old men who do not know, but I wanted to know.
Indecision leads me to hesitate, I get on the first available means, look down, I run after spring. I stare out the window, which I keep open to stay awake and not sleep.
breathe the cold air slaps il volto.
In strada accanto ad una rete vedo un padre coi suoi figli intenti a guardare gli aerei che decollano. Quelli che atterrano, quelli fermi. Ricordo quando da bambino andavo al Parco con mio padre e mio nonno, ma non piango, non mi commuovo.
Penso solo alla semplicità delle cose belle, al loro calore.
Scendo e sono in piazza buia di un posto che non so dov’è, cosa sia. Di sicuro non ci sono mai stato, non è casa mia.
Scendo e mi guardo attorno, tutta ha la sua dimensione e sembra continuare a vivere nonostante la mia presenza sia invasiva, fuori luogo.
Tutto ha il suo senso pur con la mia presenza. Ricomincia un vortice nella mia testa.
Non fa caldo, non è Natale, ma io lo voglio caldo lo itself.

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The pace is always the same

I want for Christmas this year was hot. Bluntly and smiles of fact, no half measures. But hot. Because heat does not just mean time heat, sun or sea or whatever is around us. No, what I do not give a damn.
I want it hot like the bed when I woke up as a child.
I want to take away the thought of tomorrow, when look at the sky and there you hear nothing but the horn of the machines or the cell phone ringtones.
infamous Grey sky called love. Respond nothing. Long
rounds returns and returns and returns from leave without anything, in the vortex of a complex completion slow. The everyday, relative, friend face the mirror.
Where am when I look out the window? Now I'm lost in these streets, I look for the trail of some trams, but I do not recognize any faces.
Maybe a driver, sometimes a distracted passerby, but nobody recognizes me.
moment of bewilderment, I tidy up. It 's Christmas. I want the heat.
In the distance I see the old approach, the shadow curve and the slow pace. They are my Grandparents are the ones who are here for Christmas ... the closer they come the greater the emotion, the closer they come more salt frustration. Can not be them, they died years ago.
without telling me why, have gone along with the heat I needed.
there I was, without a half away, on the one hand, a bus stop that leads nowhere and the other a pair of old men who do not know, but I wanted to know.
Indecision leads me to hesitate, I get on the first available means, look down, I run after spring. I stare out the window, which I keep open to stay awake and not sleep.
breathe the cold air slaps il volto.
In strada accanto ad una rete vedo un padre coi suoi figli intenti a guardare gli aerei che decollano. Quelli che atterrano, quelli fermi. Ricordo quando da bambino andavo al Parco con mio padre e mio nonno, ma non piango, non mi commuovo.
Penso solo alla semplicità delle cose belle, al loro calore.
Scendo e sono in piazza buia di un posto che non so dov’è, cosa sia. Di sicuro non ci sono mai stato, non è casa mia.
Scendo e mi guardo attorno, tutta ha la sua dimensione e sembra continuare a vivere nonostante la mia presenza sia invasiva, fuori luogo.
Tutto ha il suo senso pur con la mia presenza. Ricomincia un vortice nella mia testa.
Non fa caldo, non è Natale, ma io lo voglio caldo lo itself.

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The function of the recalculation of your tears

It 's the dignity of an old point of arrival. Moving from stroller to wheelchair that will accompany my final days. The wisdom of the old as a guide when you need it blindly advancing to conquer anything, even an ordinary salary.
years of call center, copy and paste photocopies. I lost days of my life listening to fundamental insistent noise of a copier, 90, grew up during the most total vacuum. Young Italians who do not read more newspapers that do not sell anymore.
The crisis of the press is not given by ecological reasons, but cultural.
to Generation X-rays, still below the thousand euro, reached at 28 years and perhaps lost very soon. It seemed to me that it was not true. All this money for me? But really?
90s still calculated in pounds, because for us all today is worth double.
From qualification to the proposed work.
"Learn to be an apprentice, and perhaps a few years will be able to find a permanent place to get to your dream board." Learn
jerk and dreams of retirement.
time calculations to arrive later this month for spending Saturday and baking frozen, being careful not to collide with the truck full of gratitude as we collect when we were kids with the figurines. He thanked those who makes you work, who gives food, who makes you breathe. Do not think of who makes you excited. What is emotion.
think, dream, live, want a life impulse. Calculate
good answers and times of forced removal from the place where you are, always keep your free space. Being careful not to touch those around you, without running the risk of knowing him.
because over time you can always find someone who can take your place, your time and your size. Recalculation of the time to review the position to take.
to decide whether it is worth going or if it is better to go back, so that makes us who do take risks. I already have dinner ready and made the bed, a job, a woman and the dog runs me meeting as soon as I saw in the driveway of my villa.
still I learn how to move, observe the movement of wind through the leaves, I remain captivated by its color, so strong and so clear and remains stationary. Without changing ways and positions. As Christmas is coming, what is gone, what we are experiencing. Upside down. Recalculation, stop emotional. I'm ready to go without knowing where the fuck go.

** wrote one evening, some time ago, maybe he will do something otherwise it will give the cat

shit from head to

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The function of the recalculation of your tears

It 's the dignity of an old point of arrival. Moving from stroller to wheelchair that will accompany my final days. The wisdom of the old as a guide when you need it blindly advancing to conquer anything, even an ordinary salary.
years of call center, copy and paste photocopies. I lost days of my life listening to fundamental insistent noise of a copier, 90, grew up during the most total vacuum. Young Italians who do not read more newspapers that do not sell anymore.
The crisis of the press is not given by ecological reasons, but cultural.
to Generation X-rays, still below the thousand euro, reached at 28 years and perhaps lost very soon. It seemed to me that it was not true. All this money for me? But really?
90s still calculated in pounds, because for us all today is worth double.
From qualification to the proposed work.
"Learn to be an apprentice, and perhaps a few years will be able to find a permanent place to get to your dream board." Learn
jerk and dreams of retirement.
time calculations to arrive later this month for spending Saturday and baking frozen, being careful not to collide with the truck full of gratitude as we collect when we were kids with the figurines. He thanked those who makes you work, who gives food, who makes you breathe. Do not think of who makes you excited. What is emotion.
think, dream, live, want a life impulse. Calculate
good answers and times of forced removal from the place where you are, always keep your free space. Being careful not to touch those around you, without running the risk of knowing him.
because over time you can always find someone who can take your place, your time and your size. Recalculation of the time to review the position to take.
to decide whether it is worth going or if it is better to go back, so that makes us who do take risks. I already have dinner ready and made the bed, a job, a woman and the dog runs me meeting as soon as I saw in the driveway of my villa.
still I learn how to move, observe the movement of wind through the leaves, I remain captivated by its color, so strong and so clear and remains stationary. Without changing ways and positions. As Christmas is coming, what is gone, what we are experiencing. Upside down. Recalculation, stop emotional. I'm ready to go without knowing where the fuck go.

** wrote one evening, some time ago, maybe he will do something otherwise it will give the cat

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comforted

I forgot again that you die all the time. Every day a little at a time. Day and on nights and gradually falling off every last hair.
I forgot to say my prayers every day and put the soul in peace, thinking that a future with me I would be guaranteed a pension fund.
was 2001 and I was in Rome, May 1 concert. Many young people in the Square and there was talk of a civil war is unknown, one that takes away one thousand workers each year and not Italian, in Italy. At least those are the ones that are declared.
Those that are called.
I did not think then, did not think of my mother. There would never have thought up to the time when I would see, so immediate and decisive. Like all
and no less than anyone else, I always spent between low grades in school, friends, il piacere per le donne e le bevute. Chi potrà mai togliermi i miei momenti, i miei successi e gli insuccessi. Le vacanze, i tanti primi baci e l'abbraccio di chi ti accetta soprattutto per i mille difetti.
Le chiamano morti bianche, come i teli nei quali si è avvolti dentro una bara che non serve a niente, per quelli che riescono a finirci dentro. Le lacrime dei parenti, qualche articolo di giornale, il politico che parla e per me, niente.
Finirono le scuole e come previsto, nessuna voglia di Università o studi privati, volevo i soldi subito, volevo il lavoro quello vero, che nobilita. Come mio padre e mio nonno. Un posto da operaio oggi, carriera sicura nell'azienda del paese domani. Operaio specializzato ora e capo fabbrica domani. So I would have paid the installments for the new car, bought what I wanted, brought in my beautiful pizzeria without making them pay.
Every year, deaths at work is a hymn to the social change that does not happen. Temporary workers, bricklayers, farmers, soldiers, piece workers, port, assholes, blacks, Italians ... all inside an invisible bubble that escapes even the most precarious form of legal proceedings. The perpetual indignation that has never produced anything except words of comfort for families. The other victims of this. In
factory are well received by the group, there are other young people like me but I'm the "new" to teach the secrets, I recommend the old, joke, tease me for my stories women, the drunkenness ... I like the new game, the price of the last arrived.
They know who I am son who was my grandfather, I know that you can trust.
leaders will see little, historians founders have had to sell to a foreign company, they say we are part of a multinational. I do not know, the salary comes, I just need my little things, 8 hours, overtime in black. The effort is borne at the end of the month.
Sometimes unions are saying that we do not normally want control, but I was advised to leave them alone, not to listen. In the end I did not realize what they're saying.
Italy is a country located in central Europe. The right to work is part of the Constitution and the work must (should) be sure. Must (should) be well paid but the rate of wage growth is inversely proportional to the growth of cost of living. Our leaders encourage us to go abroad. Perhaps it is a normal request is too much.
shifts are challenging and heavy, and eight hours strordinari. They are, I tell myself. For your holidays in Greece for the wheels of the machine. It takes just fucking.
Then that night lightning. I saw the worried face of the oldest in the room where there were two gentlemen, one blast, flames. The instinct to run away, go away, her legs trembling. Then I saw fathers to help them jump in without thinking, to get them out. I have not thought about it, I am thrown in and then nothing.
I am dead you're alive, do you not have noticed.
So at my funeral I do not want to participate. I'll let you all neighbors to each other.
comforted that I'm not here, your tears, of my many gaps left.
If you want to know heaven there is only a few idiotic asshole.
let to the words of the usual self-righteous, and my memory for you. Dead

nearly 879 thousand, calendar year 2010. AD, of course, yours.

shit from head to

Can You Get High On Rivotril

comforted

I forgot again that you die all the time. Every day a little at a time. Day and on nights and gradually falling off every last hair.
I forgot to say my prayers every day and put the soul in peace, thinking that a future with me I would be guaranteed a pension fund.
was 2001 and I was in Rome, May 1 concert. Many young people in the Square and there was talk of a civil war is unknown, one that takes away one thousand workers each year and not Italian, in Italy. At least those are the ones that are declared.
Those that are called.
I did not think then, did not think of my mother. There would never have thought up to the time when I would see, so immediate and decisive. Like all
and no less than anyone else, I always spent between low grades in school, friends, il piacere per le donne e le bevute. Chi potrà mai togliermi i miei momenti, i miei successi e gli insuccessi. Le vacanze, i tanti primi baci e l'abbraccio di chi ti accetta soprattutto per i mille difetti.
Le chiamano morti bianche, come i teli nei quali si è avvolti dentro una bara che non serve a niente, per quelli che riescono a finirci dentro. Le lacrime dei parenti, qualche articolo di giornale, il politico che parla e per me, niente.
Finirono le scuole e come previsto, nessuna voglia di Università o studi privati, volevo i soldi subito, volevo il lavoro quello vero, che nobilita. Come mio padre e mio nonno. Un posto da operaio oggi, carriera sicura nell'azienda del paese domani. Operaio specializzato ora e capo fabbrica domani. So I would have paid the installments for the new car, bought what I wanted, brought in my beautiful pizzeria without making them pay.
Every year, deaths at work is a hymn to the social change that does not happen. Temporary workers, bricklayers, farmers, soldiers, piece workers, port, assholes, blacks, Italians ... all inside an invisible bubble that escapes even the most precarious form of legal proceedings. The perpetual indignation that has never produced anything except words of comfort for families. The other victims of this. In
factory are well received by the group, there are other young people like me but I'm the "new" to teach the secrets, I recommend the old, joke, tease me for my stories women, the drunkenness ... I like the new game, the price of the last arrived.
They know who I am son who was my grandfather, I know that you can trust.
leaders will see little, historians founders have had to sell to a foreign company, they say we are part of a multinational. I do not know, the salary comes, I just need my little things, 8 hours, overtime in black. The effort is borne at the end of the month.
Sometimes unions are saying that we do not normally want control, but I was advised to leave them alone, not to listen. In the end I did not realize what they're saying.
Italy is a country located in central Europe. The right to work is part of the Constitution and the work must (should) be sure. Must (should) be well paid but the rate of wage growth is inversely proportional to the growth of cost of living. Our leaders encourage us to go abroad. Perhaps it is a normal request is too much.
shifts are challenging and heavy, and eight hours strordinari. They are, I tell myself. For your holidays in Greece for the wheels of the machine. It takes just fucking.
Then that night lightning. I saw the worried face of the oldest in the room where there were two gentlemen, one blast, flames. The instinct to run away, go away, her legs trembling. Then I saw fathers to help them jump in without thinking, to get them out. I have not thought about it, I am thrown in and then nothing.
I am dead you're alive, do you not have noticed.
So at my funeral I do not want to participate. I'll let you all neighbors to each other.
comforted that I'm not here, your tears, of my many gaps left.
If you want to know heaven there is only a few idiotic asshole.
let to the words of the usual self-righteous, and my memory for you. Dead

nearly 879 thousand, calendar year 2010. AD, of course, yours.

shit from head to

Metal Gear Msx Eng Rom

Maybe it's the other way I write

... if the order was made by several ellipses and if anything had an end with these dots, con la continua ricerca di un qualcosa che non c'è, ma che tu rincorri solo per svegliarti al mattino, per vedere le farfalle volare...
...giro e incontro angoli nascosti che non hanno un senso, un come o un dove. Appena incontro lo specchio le chiedo cosa vuole, appena tocco cibo riprendo le mie forse. Ora tutto ha puntini di sospensione, potrei anche sbagliarmi, ma niente è al punto di cottura se non i miei anni migliori.
Dovrei iniziare a copiare cose fatte da altri o trovare progetti conclusi, non da me. Si pur iniziare da qualcosa...
...forse inseguendo tratti di musiche conosciuti, ecco cosa farò. Inseguo fantasmi musicali ai quali applicare parole a caso, nate dai nostri mille discorsi. Non importa se l'aria la paghi a peso or if the shoes have holes in them, the heating is part begins. Burns. They burn the dots in their being suspended. Maybe going to find the music guide, perhaps changing the sidewalk, maybe ...
... maybe I should take drugs, drink more and more, make me grow a beard and shouting in his face what I think. Take me to crazy, crazy visionary. Resume of the kiosk project dispersed into thin air, resume ideas, draw the contours. Paint the living room. Now go out and I start to whistle, if I want to sing ...

shit from head to

Metal Gear Msx Eng Rom

Maybe it's the other way I write

... if the order was made by several ellipses and if anything had an end with these dots, con la continua ricerca di un qualcosa che non c'è, ma che tu rincorri solo per svegliarti al mattino, per vedere le farfalle volare...
...giro e incontro angoli nascosti che non hanno un senso, un come o un dove. Appena incontro lo specchio le chiedo cosa vuole, appena tocco cibo riprendo le mie forse. Ora tutto ha puntini di sospensione, potrei anche sbagliarmi, ma niente è al punto di cottura se non i miei anni migliori.
Dovrei iniziare a copiare cose fatte da altri o trovare progetti conclusi, non da me. Si pur iniziare da qualcosa...
...forse inseguendo tratti di musiche conosciuti, ecco cosa farò. Inseguo fantasmi musicali ai quali applicare parole a caso, nate dai nostri mille discorsi. Non importa se l'aria la paghi a peso or if the shoes have holes in them, the heating is part begins. Burns. They burn the dots in their being suspended. Maybe going to find the music guide, perhaps changing the sidewalk, maybe ...
... maybe I should take drugs, drink more and more, make me grow a beard and shouting in his face what I think. Take me to crazy, crazy visionary. Resume of the kiosk project dispersed into thin air, resume ideas, draw the contours. Paint the living room. Now go out and I start to whistle, if I want to sing ...

shit from head to

What Happened To Chetna And Prithviraj

just for today. Punto.

I do not see the light, menstrual cycles, and the skirts are too long.
I understand when it is almost enough, and when food intolerance does not fumble.
I exchange a jacket or cutting hair.
I think you can go the same. Then I think I thought too.
help me to get up.
I do not understand the image returns and calculations, overlay meanings.
I want to teach children, but my morale, the little I know.
let him know what is right, starting perhaps from my mistakes, not enhance, and other arts to fill the moral discourse of imitation. Maybe snatching something from them.
I write a little today, not in the mood. I am not sad nor happy. Perhaps
disappointed me. It is enough. Certainly careful not to say too much, much less the usual half-sentences encrypted.
Maybe.
point.

shit from the head of the

What Happened To Chetna And Prithviraj

just for today. Punto.

I do not see the light, menstrual cycles, and the skirts are too long.
I understand when it is almost enough, and when food intolerance does not fumble.
I exchange a jacket or cutting hair.
I think you can go the same. Then I think I thought too.
help me to get up.
I do not understand the image returns and calculations, overlay meanings.
I want to teach children, but my morale, the little I know.
let him know what is right, starting perhaps from my mistakes, not enhance, and other arts to fill the moral discourse of imitation. Maybe snatching something from them.
I write a little today, not in the mood. I am not sad nor happy. Perhaps
disappointed me. It is enough. Certainly careful not to say too much, much less the usual half-sentences encrypted.
Maybe.
point.

shit from the head of the

Salary Of A Quant In Hedge Fund

Vento

diritto di non saper fare niente in un mondo in cui tutti sanno tutto.
Ho visto il rumore del vento cadere dritto in una pozza d'acqua e non alzarsi più. Il riflesso generato era un parto di nuvole pesanti, deciso a cambiare tutto. Gli uccelli roteavano distorti. Confusi. Il risultato delle loro cagate è concime per il cemento.
Non è distrazione la mia, è che non ci capisco più niente.
Dove e come, quando e perchè. Ma sto andando lo stesso.
Non sto piangendo, ma non uso mai l'ombrello, nemmeno quando piove.
Ho visto il colore del vento, cromato e azzurro.
E' caduto dentro una pozza che rifletteva il grigio del cielo. Nuvole sparse cariche di smog.
In fondo un piccolo squarcio di cielo azzurro. Away.
The birds hover high and fall suddenly being always in a circle, all together consistently, almost eliminate distances.
I'm not thinking about something else, I'm thinking as they do not clash.
I can not understand how to do when I can not do anything.
The wind flows faster through the trees and draw colorful trails. The leaves, clash against each other with violence, blurring the colors of the leaves, some fall dead, but the birds continue their lap. Unperturbed.
not raining, the face is still wet, but just because I took all the water looking at the sky. I'm not crying.

shit from head to

Salary Of A Quant In Hedge Fund

Vento

diritto di non saper fare niente in un mondo in cui tutti sanno tutto.
Ho visto il rumore del vento cadere dritto in una pozza d'acqua e non alzarsi più. Il riflesso generato era un parto di nuvole pesanti, deciso a cambiare tutto. Gli uccelli roteavano distorti. Confusi. Il risultato delle loro cagate è concime per il cemento.
Non è distrazione la mia, è che non ci capisco più niente.
Dove e come, quando e perchè. Ma sto andando lo stesso.
Non sto piangendo, ma non uso mai l'ombrello, nemmeno quando piove.
Ho visto il colore del vento, cromato e azzurro.
E' caduto dentro una pozza che rifletteva il grigio del cielo. Nuvole sparse cariche di smog.
In fondo un piccolo squarcio di cielo azzurro. Away.
The birds hover high and fall suddenly being always in a circle, all together consistently, almost eliminate distances.
I'm not thinking about something else, I'm thinking as they do not clash.
I can not understand how to do when I can not do anything.
The wind flows faster through the trees and draw colorful trails. The leaves, clash against each other with violence, blurring the colors of the leaves, some fall dead, but the birds continue their lap. Unperturbed.
not raining, the face is still wet, but just because I took all the water looking at the sky. I'm not crying.

shit from head to

Elthea Pills Can Be Taken Have A Pcos

Notti insonni

Too long, too many nights running behind the trails of the tram in Milan. Find one in every street, around every corner and go away, come from afar, with their burden of individuals, couples and a rose, the insane. Controllers without a ticket and tickets used for writing thoughts, crap.
Milan in the night, because the day is to work, serving those who have no imagination to give breath to his ego, serves those who can not keep my eyes closed because it requires artificial light.
Milan familiar with the tram and some passing street cleaner to clean the shit left to sleep on the sidewalk by passersby. Milano suffers in silence, at night.
I can never sleep when I see an angel cry, I turn and I turn in my bed, trying not to think a point where I find myself standing still and always on his back, staring at that white ceiling, no light, no nothing.
will be for these sleepless nights when I feel bad that I fall asleep I wake up drunk and anesthetized with a head full of bad thoughts that can not find an escape route until after the first piss.
But angels do not have to cry except when it rains, there are no valid reasons. They are damned whores or having to feel bad.
troubled streets in the run after you return home, the money for the taxi there are, money for taxi me they are drunk and then the taxi does not make strange encounters, everything well organized, single dose. Not even the Chinese would give me a massage ristoro in quei rientri.
Voglio la mia casa, voglio il mio letto, voglio una birra.
Provo a riprendere i miei passi, ritrovare le mie traiettorie ma inciampo di continuo nella proiezione di me stesso, come se la mia ombra mi facesse lo sgambetto. Sporca puttana traditrice.
Nemmeno cercando aiuto dai binari dei tram trovo una strada utile, confuso dagli scambi, dalle luci delle pensiline e dalle scie colorate.
Troppe notti, troppo tempo passato a dormire anziché cercando un cambiamento, dietro vane motivazioni e morali appannate. Chi l’ha detto che il riposo è dato dal sonno e non dal sognare ad occhi aperti, con il carico di speranze e la consapevolezza che la maggior parte delle cose che fai finisce nel nulla. Riempirlo questo anything, would be a great result.
Dark circles are the result of experience and not a little sleep. The wrinkles we can begin to give it instead to alcohol and those at the bottom give the right charm.
What merits.

shit from head to

Elthea Pills Can Be Taken Have A Pcos

Notti insonni

Too long, too many nights running behind the trails of the tram in Milan. Find one in every street, around every corner and go away, come from afar, with their burden of individuals, couples and a rose, the insane. Controllers without a ticket and tickets used for writing thoughts, crap.
Milan in the night, because the day is to work, serving those who have no imagination to give breath to his ego, serves those who can not keep my eyes closed because it requires artificial light.
Milan familiar with the tram and some passing street cleaner to clean the shit left to sleep on the sidewalk by passersby. Milano suffers in silence, at night.
I can never sleep when I see an angel cry, I turn and I turn in my bed, trying not to think a point where I find myself standing still and always on his back, staring at that white ceiling, no light, no nothing.
will be for these sleepless nights when I feel bad that I fall asleep I wake up drunk and anesthetized with a head full of bad thoughts that can not find an escape route until after the first piss.
But angels do not have to cry except when it rains, there are no valid reasons. They are damned whores or having to feel bad.
troubled streets in the run after you return home, the money for the taxi there are, money for taxi me they are drunk and then the taxi does not make strange encounters, everything well organized, single dose. Not even the Chinese would give me a massage ristoro in quei rientri.
Voglio la mia casa, voglio il mio letto, voglio una birra.
Provo a riprendere i miei passi, ritrovare le mie traiettorie ma inciampo di continuo nella proiezione di me stesso, come se la mia ombra mi facesse lo sgambetto. Sporca puttana traditrice.
Nemmeno cercando aiuto dai binari dei tram trovo una strada utile, confuso dagli scambi, dalle luci delle pensiline e dalle scie colorate.
Troppe notti, troppo tempo passato a dormire anziché cercando un cambiamento, dietro vane motivazioni e morali appannate. Chi l’ha detto che il riposo è dato dal sonno e non dal sognare ad occhi aperti, con il carico di speranze e la consapevolezza che la maggior parte delle cose che fai finisce nel nulla. Riempirlo questo anything, would be a great result.
Dark circles are the result of experience and not a little sleep. The wrinkles we can begin to give it instead to alcohol and those at the bottom give the right charm.
What merits.

shit from head to

Fm Modulater Using Ic 566ckts

It is said that a hurricane could cause the flutter of a butterfly on the other side of the world's Monologue

le decisioni importanti nella vita di una persona non si riducono a una manciata di momenti adrenalinici quali la firma di un atto notarile, un "sì, lo voglio" o un biglietto di sola andata per qualche posto.
In queste grandi occasioni non c'è stata nessuna scelta: i polsi che tremano per una firma su un documento sono solo un sintomo, a posteriori, di decisioni che avevamo già preso tempo fa; non un un momento preciso, ma in singoli, piccoli insignificanti eventi della vita quotidiana. Troppo piccoli, troppo anonimi per permetterci di comprendere che ci avrebbero portato qui .
Ogni giorno, ogni momento, prendiamo decisioni con leggerezza. Saremo pronti, un giorno, a sostenere il peso di queste choices?

Fm Modulater Using Ic 566ckts

It is said that a hurricane could cause the flutter of a butterfly on the other side of the world's Monologue

le decisioni importanti nella vita di una persona non si riducono a una manciata di momenti adrenalinici quali la firma di un atto notarile, un "sì, lo voglio" o un biglietto di sola andata per qualche posto.
In queste grandi occasioni non c'è stata nessuna scelta: i polsi che tremano per una firma su un documento sono solo un sintomo, a posteriori, di decisioni che avevamo già preso tempo fa; non un un momento preciso, ma in singoli, piccoli insignificanti eventi della vita quotidiana. Troppo piccoli, troppo anonimi per permetterci di comprendere che ci avrebbero portato qui .
Ogni giorno, ogni momento, prendiamo decisioni con leggerezza. Saremo pronti, un giorno, a sostenere il peso di queste choices?