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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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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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