Sharpening Steel Vs Diamond

My Fantozzi

Foreword.

Saturday night at a friend's house, there must be a party based crescentine and sushi (multietnica!) Godfather-style, in which all had to dress as gangsters.
So far, nothing unusual. At least, not for us.

A first small problem was the address: why, I am fussy, but Via Vignolese is long.
And with the number only as an indication, my navigation system gave us a paper airplane.

My navigation system is a bastard, of course.

But the old lady gave me some advice. I told him to take a small road on your right, past a certain curve, as soon as I saw a car dealership.

I, for the record, I was dressed, in order, with:

a cap, a fur

rabbit complete code spenzolanti,

a fintissimo, pacchianissimo Catenazzi and heavy gold neck rings with as thick as two-euro coins, which was an even more gaudy belt (inherited, I think, somewhere aunt),

a cross-shaped pendant fintissimo silver, even more enormous, kitsch and heavy

a black shirt, open neck with elegant jewelry to show the above,

a white satin jacket which I am ashamed today, with gold chains that sprouted from pockets, cuffs

parluccicanti fintissimi of diamonds,

a pinstripe skirt, the kind that would be-more-short-of-a-pro-floss, vulgar

black fishnet stockings, high heels

Silvsted that Victoria would be ashamed.

also last but not least, I had a couple of machine-gun-toy rather than threatening. Stolen from furatelli .

put In this comfortable, elegant and simple, I got in the car.

The moment I closed the door, he came down, as they say in my part, a vessel of water.

That is, the rain looked like someone threw a bucket, directly on my windshield.

It continued to rain on this lines all the way, of course. For forty-five minutes, the sky has poured out his windows on me and my poor rusty Polo, who saw time - and drivers - best.

is going to rain when my browser has gone on a tangent, repeating in a tone a little hysterical, I was already reached their destination in San Vito. That is, twenty, twenty-five miles before they should.
Thanks, sailor.

is going to rain when I arrived in front of the infamous dealership, and saw that the streets were right, there were two parallel.

separated only by a lamp post, and battered by a strip of land as wide as a noodle.

Unless specified.

And it continued to rain even when I have taken the wrong way.

is going to rain when I ended up on a dirt lane and full of holes.

is going to rain when I got a hole bigger than expected, and the right rear tire exploded.

is going to rain when going to jump on the flat tire, I came before a lighted house, whose driveway was full a parked car, and inside which was the sound of a stereo.

A house, in short, in which a party was taking place.

"Thank God, I thought. Prematurely.

Again with the cap, the vulgar hooker heels, the gold clasp his neck, I approached the door-lit window and I knocked on the glass with the tip of the plastic machine gun.

Inside, five or six boys and girls, more or less even their twenties, they were baking a batch of crescentine.

I looked inside, with my best smile, holding rifles, the cap on his head, the fishnet stockings, and I said:

"This is where the party?"

These were looked at.

"No," he said perplessissima a girl, placing her tigelliera.

So, in summary.

I introduced myself to the wrong party, with the machine useless, by wearing a Camorra boss of my boots.
E, braced the gun, I asked a bunch of strangers if you kindly made me enter. In
Sicilian accent.

think this over here?

Ha-ha.

No sir.

Because, as is well known, misfortunes never come alone.

Or rather, It Never Rains, But It Pours .

(Which in my case, was even more appropriate).

Well, the fact is that, moved with compassion, one of the bold young has offered to help me move the camera at the back of the house, where they would bother, and where I could leave it until the next morning, when I could quietly back to change the tire.

I must say that was a nice gesture, for his part, especially after I had interrupted his holiday brandishing a rifle.

while he was leaving, I called my friends on her cell phone, and they have assured me they would send someone to pick me up.

At that moment, the phone has issued an agonizing sound - a sort of prolonged whistle and suffering - and he died.

"Shit", I thought.

"Of course you will not be a good evening, eh?" Said my poor rescuer, looking for - to tell the truth - do not laugh, not to give me the coup de grace.

But his shoulders shook somewhat suspect.

I took the car on the side of the house in which it has not hampered the others (those of the guests true, for instance) - that is, unfortunately, the one immersed in water up to the door - and the ' I left her there.

I got out, putting both feet in ten inches of puddle melmosissima and cold, and at that moment, mind you, in that precise moment, my bag has decided to sell.

was new, of course. But splitting along one entire side, dropping the phone in water, the portfolios, the pacchianissima fur scarf (which I had removed and placed in the bag I had to give me a minimum of dignity), a packet of biscuits and a driver's license. The parking

friend has done it, and I can not really blame him.

If a stranger dressed as a decorated Brazilian shows at home soaking wet, claiming that know what the hell you doing there, it's fun.

If your machine has drilled right at that moment, and she is confident of being invited to the party that you're giving your home is more fun.

If the chick in question does not know where the hell it is, nor, for that matter, where should be, and her cell phone decides to commit suicide that night, is even more fun.

But if, after all this, it tears her bag with zipper noise that gave, catapulting its entire contents into a puddle of water, Christ, you can not stay serious.

fact.

The poor boy, who had already held too much (I must say, with a great touch), it was bent double with laughter, between sobs apologized, and I could swear he had tears in his eyes.

Also in his honor, however, I must say that it is reassembled in a hurry, and also entered the house to take a plastic bag, where I gather my belongings wet.

Distracted by such event, we did not get heard the father of the celebrated - the real one - who came to pick up.

The poor man, not seeing me, he turned the car and went to look the other way, figuring that I'd given wrong directions. With the mobile phone that worked

in fits and starts, by submitting a word yes and ten no, I was able to Herculean efforts to make it clear to my friend that yes, the place was just that achieved by the father-savior, only that I, when he had arrived on his white steed I found myself on the back of the house, kneeling in a puddle, pledged to wring the license. And the good man I had seen, had done in reverse, and goodnight to the bucket.

So, long story short: he went back, helped me change the flat tire (read: has changed him and I needlessly jumping back and forth, wondering if I could do something to help him) and then I followed drive right up to the party where, humiliated, dirty and wet like a chick (even 'like an otter "), I told him what had happened between the amusement of those present.

But, sorry.

What are the chances that, ending up in a goddamn, normal hole, a rubber holes?

What are the chances that, in addition, holes, just at night and under a deluge of rain ?

And then, how many damn chance that a tire holes - And that's fine - under a deluge of rain - and that's fine too - but just front of a house in which it plays a damn party ... But is neither the house nor the party right?

Well, damn, how many fucking chance that, within a mile - because this was the distance between the two houses - there are, on the same night , * two *, and say two parties based crescentine held by teens?

Eh? How many?

And finally, how many possibilities there are that after all this, my phone decides to end it, my bag face harakiri over a puddle, and the father of a friend, came to my rescue, comes just as China is to collect objects from my poor mud and I do not see?

And, by God, that all this can happen just when the last one dressed like hookers, and I am holding a gun damn ?!

should give me an award, really. They are a shining example for nerds around the world. But I welcomed

the evening of those guys. They will have something fun to tell their friends.

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bananegiganti Saturday Night @ 2008-10-29T00: 01:00

Here, two stories strangely demented appreciated by the people of EFP, which has (alas) but snubbed my work, er, "seriously."
words. What * more * seriously.
Not that Richard may be regarded as a serious character. O Elizabeth. Or that fancazzista Keith, never mind.
But I digress.

I said. These stories are stupid fanfiction I posted recently on EFP, a receptacle for rubbish and absurd masterpieces (at a ratio of 1:100), delight and torment of every writer FF.
I enjoyed and still enjoy myself like an idiot, to write. Someone
he also enjoys reading them.
The first is an original, dealing with the insane adventures of a young woman of the fifties, separated from his dreams of glory by a passion for the kidney, an avalanche of cats obese and intrusive, and a couple of friends logorrheic.
Apart from an aunt who can not prepare the porridge.
born from my need to make a terrible diet to solve a health problem (and consequently, my tremendous desire for sweets and greasy foods), is peppered with (a very appropriate word) of food, despite these very exciting circumstances, it seems that someone like him. The
received positive reviews have already greatly inflate my already huge presumption.
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He slipped into his room, got away with a kick of your shoes - his feet were swollen like two bagpipes - and dropped back on the bed.
"Meee-ow", made the bed beneath her.
Sighing, Evelyn got up and dislodges yet another overweight cat who had holed up under the bedspread and the animal stretched voluptuously on the platform, before taking the door with a loud yawn. A
Evelyn liked cats, but would have liked to have some 'privacy, sometimes.
For example, having a big striped cat staring at you while you brush your teeth, perched on the vanity of cosmetics, in the long run ended by fatigue. Or take a bath with a red cat, poised on the edge of the tub, stretch a leg to play with the towel.

Keeping an eye on her aunt, Evelyn index slipped cautiously into her mouth and tried to remove from the muffin molar with your fingernail.
A respectable lady does not put his hands in his mouth.
But even goes around with a bun on the palate.
"All right, darling?" Rang aunt in the kitchen.
"Sfhughr," said Evelyn, hard-working. A trickle of drool ran down the long hand.


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This is instead a Harry Potter, the auspicious name Harry Pottah In a mission from God
Even more insane the other, speaks of the attempts of a scazzatissima Hermione and Ron as a moron than usual, to get rid of Potty-Potter, who after defeating Voldemort wants to be called His Holiness the walls and challenge the school of magic duels.
the noble initiative participate joyfully, even Draco, Hagrid, and the portrait of Severus Snape.

"Ron, Harry is! Harry. "Hermione snapped, exasperated.
"Potter?"
"No. Houdini. "
" Really? "
" No. "
Hermione tries to dominate.

... Harry Potter continued to do what he was doing - that is nothing, as usual - and it seemed he had not even heard.
He sat cross-legged in the grass, the index finger and thumb together to form a circle.
"Potter!"
Harry turned slowly toward him. He raised a hand with gifts.
"What are you, son?" He asked, languidly.
Draco was dumbfounded, not even her father dared to call him "son."

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I had said ...

... And now I do.
Since I am healing from colitis pain in the ass, I thank the
Truzzi, the
bimbiminkia,
ficcyne the writers, their
amykette,
D & G (Give it to me in Godo)
guy ripping tickets at the cinema Savignano,
that this cute dress from the Tarzan comic markets,
President Kennedy,
Tim Burton,
atrocious,
Atreyuuuu,
the old woman selling mushrooms Slovenian Montecreto the curve,
Times New Roman,
Gianfranco Fini,
the one who wrote the crossover between Dr.House and LOTR,
the girl who sent me the episodes of Lost via mail,
Chinese Restaurant,
to that place where I bought broth the corset Scottish
the cell, the
Lantern,
sangria,
the Barcelona metro ("Excuse me, where is the Rambla?" "Here" "Ah.")
the pussies that speak to what they threw up Saturday night by bus,
Immanuel,
Ass I and II,
flowers Rrrrei Costa, Costa
Rrrrei,
karaoke,
David Bowie,
that much cooler than Alan Rickman,
the Mule,
Youtube,
Men and Women,
the b-movie with Jodie Foster dyke on Saturday night,
the b-movie with Gabriel Byrne who is the husband of Isabella Rossellini who kills Jodie Foster,
the '80s, the golden years of
real big,
years of Happy Days and Ralph Malph,
Mr. Burns, Ralph
,
banana giant
Donna Tartt, the
I mallow Having regard to the supermarket, the bus
three Truzzi (Thirty-Trent Truzzi entered all the thirty-trotting ...),
steers zompetta front of the board of the Wheel of Fortune,
Nadia, Jean
,
Mushu,
Dimitri and his pretty wife Vlad, who rrruotola
Morena, rrruotola,
Mika stalk and makes me write the stories, why does Tommy
the good cop, because
Ashu eat the marshmallows, because Luke
managed to pick up in Sardinia,
Marcus and Michael, grandmother
Fa
tits Na,
Vladimir Vanja Volinskj Vasilovic,
Homer Simpson,
water at 40 ° to the pool Castelvetro
the professor with whom I have bored all night Mika,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Prison
,
martial arts films of the three night
documentary on Rudolf Hess at three in the morning,
three in the morning,
ulcers,
bracelet with garnet,
chocolate orange,
that pain in the ass for first aid, the
TanMobile, Scassomacchina by phenomenal cosmic powers, the gecko
plastic that has fragrant pink and lavender in my car for 15 minutes, then ran out,
Ben Linus,
Dexter, three cats
part-time,
jam my grandmother,
the barley coffee, I
the September fiole the mujer me mata,
time and straw,
cadets in Modena, home
dell'Ashu,
's Ashu, who looked Popular
Vincent,
idiot sCr1v3v4 c0s1 sU n3tL0g,
EFP,
glasses for hearts from Lolita, Humbert
,
99 cents,
scassapalle those controllers on autubus,
buses, the
bus schedules, bus
the communists who are trying to convince you that they are right,
Jehovah's Witnesses in Montagnola
Weird Al,
's Avenue Q,
Henry Winter,
that fag Francis,
Vinavil,
the mouse,
my brother, who prepares the coffee and then you forget to drink it,
the other brother that if he drinks,
who I forgot ...?
Ah, yes.
My parents and my friends.
But they do not count.

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but look at the story that makes you jokes! I understand

At the end of capitalism also came to an end. Who would have thought. The French philosopher Gorz has called a living death, because it survives in forms and heads, but not in substance. In fact, the capitalist system is no longer able to perform its function, namely to produce development.
Capitalism is based on an assumption: I produce, you buy it. But the relentless race for efficiency, not to be undermined by competition, means that the producer makes less and less recourse to the employment of people with irreversible and increasingly intense. Here is the huge collapse in the purchasing power of households. But if the mechanism is not capable of distributing wealth, people do not buy e il sistema va in tilt.
La finanza ha drogato per qualche decennio il sistema, come meglio ha potuto. Ma ora il re è nudo.
Sorvolo sulle possibili conseguenze di questo crollo, magari ci torno un'altra volta.
Quello che invece mi interessa dire è che la risacca del capitalismo lascia però decenni di cultura capitalista, entrata tanto profondamente nella nostra carne, da non farci accorgere che tutto sta cambiando e da spingerci a impostare ogni nostro rapporto in ottica mercantile.
La tipica distinzione di ruoli su cui poggia il capitalismo, per cui io produco tu compri, e non facciamo parte di un'unica collettività ma viviamo su due pianeti diversi, fa si che non si riesce neppure più ad immaginare cosa significhi not be something customers, but those directly responsible. Get
the environment. It almost seems to be an issue of WWF or Greenpeace, which we can decide whether or not interest us. Their suppliers, our customers in a "position". Shit, but the problem is ours! Totally ours, because we eat and breathe on this earth! You can not get to the window, because we are already on the road! So
policy. It seems the property of parties, which we call as we would a seller.
But you could say the same thing all over.
is the real disaster that capitalism has made in our heads. And here's where it should be allocated. Giving people the sense of being part of world and no customers in the world.

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bananegiganti @ 2008-10-13T14: 28:00

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So this is the result of pressure from Mika.
I'm finishing, but it is clear that my culprit is still reluctant to admit ... But at least now I know who * not * been ...
The last chapters suffer a bit 'haste, alas, but I hope to revive the fortunes of the story on the finish.
Meanwhile, if anyone would like, if anything, leave a comment ...

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Murder!, She Wrote

Please, ladies and gentlemen, you could put all seated?
Keith? Would you mind ...? Here, yes, sit down next to me.
A-hem.
Should I ask a personal pleasure to the characters of my story ... You can do a little 'to silence, back there? Please? Thanks.
Here, it's getting a bit 'too long.
So it would be helpful if the culprit to come along, save the trouble of looking for him.
confess, in short.
I would make everything much easier.
Maybe I could give him an honorable end, a noble suicide dictated by honor.
I could soften the pain. Nothing
life imprisonment. Maybe a twenty years in prison ...? Becoming fifteen for good behavior ...?
arrest. House Arrest in Florida
.
A period of rehabilitation in a luxurious home for the wealthy murderers, and then probation.
A period of rehabilitation nursing home in a luxurious beach killers for the rich, and then the parole in Florida.
Someone raised his hand ...? N-no, no, no, it seemed.
An escape to Mexico?
* Pause
* Come on, guys, I'm putting commitment.
An escape to Mexico with the money Keith.
An escape to Mexico with the money by Keith, yacht Mr.Finnegan and Beth in a bikini on the deck.
An escape to Mexico with the money by Keith, yacht Mr.Finnegan Beth and half-naked on the bridge, but with a gag over her mouth.
also add the little house on the beach.
With ADSL connection.
So, I ask only a full confession. Motive, opportunity, the murder weapon.
And what does it mean?
Think about it, okay?
Why, then, look face it: you can not go on for many pages in this way.
I'll have to find the culprit but, sooner or later. So and talk with you! , is' the right thing: CONSTITUTE.
* * Pause for effect
Thank you for your attention, gentlemen. You can go now. *
noise of chairs being moved, general chatter
* If anyone, kindly ... Here I put a box , well, yes ... Anonymously would confirm the name, can do this by placing a note in box. Anonymously.
Thank graa-aunts, all you have been very nice.
Gra-a-aunts. Goodbye, eh, thanks again for your attention.


* sigh * * shaking head *
Keith: See if you write a little story yellow to make a living this way.

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Memento colitis

Today's dramatic mood. I would like to see you, with ulcers and colitis. When the ulcer
storm, and seems to have a hamster that is gnawing at the stomach from the inside, you understand many things: death, world hunger, it must have felt when the Titanic broke in half. Not the people on the Titanic. Just the Titanic.
short, I hit myself my own mountain of ice, and now the waves of the Atlantic are flooding me. Glug, glug, glug.
I do not have a boat: and if there was one, if it would have taken a bimbominkia.
Ass I sank, so I can not hope for his help to save me, and Ass II (Immanuel, the cast Dinghy) remained without oars, so even if I could inflate without Ruben, I'd stay afloat like a cork for eternity, with penguins show me and I laugh with the fin from the tip of the iceberg.
I do I can do.
But I just can not do. Wake up in the
morning with a nausea that even impressed by Ron MangiaLumache, continues day in and out of the toilet in my house as if I had the tapeworm (and will not say why typhoid is much better to avoid the subject!), swallowed painkillers such as peanuts and I become increasingly convinced that there is no God because if there was would not make a good impression.
So, in short, that fall santioni roll of the crucified to Castelnuovo.
And the doctors look at me, clasping her fingers, smiles and says: "It's stress."
Sticazzi. But
stress.
Stress is when I see your Smilies dall'abbronzatura primary color (mahogany is a particularly intense, reproduced in hardware stores to give the shine to furniture) that smile, and your pink mouths forming the words "irritable bowel".
But your arms, shaking of the head and the old but still effective, "Look, I do not know what to tell you" have now gone out of fashion?
Because the two expressions are equal, then, might as well ...
But no. Prendon me for a ride. What is good is that gastroenterologists, though!
Mmmmm.
What a wonderful thing would be healthy, some volta.Se had to heal, this post is a warning for the future: a wake with a smile and a kind word for everyone, bimbiminkia, Truzzi, including jocks, every time I did not colitis just got out of bed.

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... And I watch Indiana Jones

" Why ask me? I write novels. "
Donna Tartt (on the war in Iraq)

God, what annoys me the" settlement culture ". And, no, I'm not talking about the United States nor of them (of questionable taste, but do not want to talk) pretension of spreading democracy.
I'm talking about, more simply, those funny pseudo-intellectuals who, as soon as you see, they begin to break your soul with "You really must read this" or "You must absolutely see that." Or worse: "If you do not watch this, listen to this one, you will never understand how things really are."
I understand that their intentions are noble.
But I think I can read and watch and listen to what I think.
Right?
Wrong.
Because if a poor man does not read essays unknown Russian, does not watch movies and Jodorowski Ozpetek, do not believe the idea of conspiracy contained in the songs of Rage Against The Machine then it is ignorant. An apolitical, without any civic sense.
at best.
a conservatism that defends corporations and the U.S. for its benefit, when it's bad.

If a poor man, then, bother that Al Gore, after being a lousy vice president, will be recycled as environmentalist (environmentalist dick, I think, but de gustibus ...) just because it was missed the victory in elections that, in fact, had already in hand, or think that Michael Moore would take the prize for "Bowling For Columbine, to thank the committee and then eclipse and plant it to break the balls, then it is a poor fool, worse, a poor fool that protects the established power and economic interests to secure the oil lobby.
Although the poor in question is a girl of twenty, lives in a small town of Modena, and oil has been right in the picture.

If that same poor man watches the news and reads newspapers, (and therefore is not "unrealistic" and not "living in his world") but at night wants to watch a movie that has no intrinsic meaning, an educational and informative value, but it's just a good movie, you do not want see the reality, preferring refuge in fiction, in the Hollywood glitter.
No.
A film should be first of all nice, then if you need something better, otherwise okay. "Into The Wild" was used to something, but first of all it was a good movie.
"Bowling For Columbine", though it pains me to admit it was a good movie, because it was heard.
"Fahrenheit 911" was a horrible film. Because it was built with the idea of serving something. It was not right, wrong, good or bad, comfortable or uncomfortable. It sucked. As a movie.
"Sicko," even worse.
And I do not despise them tell them why I find them "inconvenient" or I have not understood. I understand them very well. Precisely for this reason I do not like. And
not find them "uncomfortable" if not for the fact that the word itself ("uncomfortable" film uncomfortable, awkward book, hard uncomfortable) causes me hives. In my opinion, billing himself as a director uncomfortable, or that a writer is like saying: "Look at me, now I'm untouchable! No one can criticize me, because otherwise it will be accused of ignorance of the facts or collusion with the powers that be! "
(say, Theo Van Gogh has never said that his films were uncomfortable. Where is he now? spans two below ground. Moore always says, that his films are uncomfortable. Where ' is it now? millionaire in his mansion in Michigan, bought, among other things, with the proceeds of the shares of certain healthcare and pharmaceutical industries, and other relevant industries, guess riddle?, in the field of Defense ... But look! Right those so criticized in Sicko and Fahrenheit!)
But I digress, as usual.
What I mean is.
What bothers me, but so much trouble, now that the movies, and books, and songs, should "Serve some purpose." Having a purpose
, a purpose.
And if you do not like, you're an idiot.
It's not that they met your taste, or did you consider dull or the hero you were on the ball. You idiot
.
do not.
Well ... A nice
film is great as it is beautiful. Not because you "sign" something. If the filmmakers want their
teach something, they turn a documentary, I say. But they do?, Create something that is neither one nor the other, nor fiction nor reality. So
are protected on two fronts: If you liked the story, it's because you found it "uncomfortable". You did not happen, not want to understand, in short, tourism will not ears to hear.
If you have understood very well, history, and criticizes the film because of the way they told it, because he has exaggerated some aspects neglecting others, because it has distorted the facts to fit his conception (Moore docet ), because he shot the film only to shock, without the slightest likelihood that there is in fact told,
"Well," I answered. "After all, it's only a movie."
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Typhoid

I joked.
I've always been sickly ( Constitution melancholy "), and lately things do not go well. But you have to laugh about.
And then, when you cough leaning against the walls of houses with one hand and spit a lung on the asphalt, chuckling: "And what ? I have tuberculosis? Tuberculosis?! ", and when I bent over for ulcer after eating a dish of curried rice (okay, mea culpa), his face contracted in a spasm - the friends who ask: " all right? "- replied:" Yes, yes, no problem, a bit 'of typhoid or malaria occurring. You know, the unhealthy climate ... "
(For the record, the climate is very unhealthy. My country is located on top of a charming hill, in a charming hole. A fog as thick as crème caramel will stagnate the whole 'most of the summer and winter. The people walk around in cars with chains and machetes, chains for snow, a machete to the fog. As you read with a simple picture ...? Ah, yes. You do know the two forks of the classic cartoons? There is the first road, which runs wide and straight through fields of wheat and flowering trees, surmounted by a cheerful rainbow and birds chirping, and there is the other road, uphill, crooked (read: Via Castiglione ), dark and narrow, which takes place between willows and stunted perpetual fog, the howling of wolves among the branches ischeletriti. Here, if you follow that road to get where I live.)
Well, who always cries 'Wolf!' sooner or later loses. Tuberculosis as Satine The Sparkling Diamond do not have it, but I had typhoid. Without even realizing it. Well, almost. My colon it must have had a vague impression, I think, because I have ulcerative perennial. Mica wants to tell me something?
Typhus.
I found with blood tests, and there and then there was a little 'bad. I agree that I always say to be a poor girl nineteenth century, but it meant mica seriously!
Typhus, by God!
What I think is missing from Western countries after the Second World War.
Typhoid . What he had
Robert Shannon Years of Verdi Cronin. (Book terrible, however. But I digress.)
But why, why, for God's sake , things happen to me that could not happen to anyone else?
Who am I? Fantozzi Accountant? Mr.Bean? Romano Prodi?

Atreyu, you save me, because I'm sinking in the Swamps of Despair, and sooner or later end up like poor Artax ( Artax, stupid horse! "You will die if you do not get out! ).
Bastian, come give me a decent name (or even not BananeGiganti PretePedofilo, Mika knows), which otherwise disappear into thin air.

PS: History endless references to indicate deep despair. I appeal to Atreyu sure to ask for help as Padre Pio. More or less the same results.

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This is not a post. It is a short DECLARATION of love. For the world of LiveJournal.
This is not only the perfect place to vent my graphomania, but here I found a community of like me gerontophiles (Humbert, you're always in our dreams!), Another that dissects my favorite book (God of Illusions , aka The Secret History), finding the perfect actors for any film production, and another on my hero, Thomas Andrews.
If I go on like this, I find one of the people who eat marshmallows, one of the girls who make corsets and petticoats, one for teens with an ulcer, one for owners of cats with mental disorders. And then there's always
poisonous_bites, which I respect and admire more than any other site.
I love this place.

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But because I do not look for a job ...?

Good. Fine.
I have writer's block. At the first post
.
'm playing well, eh?, Loaded like a spring (the arm raised to heaven as Wonder Woman, a cone of light shining lights me from above, "... To infinity and beyond! " ): big ideas in mind, the Swiss organization, the vague idea LJ a wonderfully structured, Wilde's wittiest, most entertaining of Littizzetto, more informed the editorial staff of Panorama.
Visited by hundreds of people.
Indeed, quod erat demonstrandum , I find myself staring at the monitor look foolish, empty-headed as an armpit-shaved, the mouse in the air, his mouth half open in the typical expression of idiotic (and yes, be clear, the face that makes Pecoraro Scanio-when it comes to international politics), and then, ultimately, I do not know what the hell to write !
But why, santoddio, because I board in such things?
because I always think that the Internet feel the absence of my literary genius. Ha-ha. Sure.
My presumption has no limits: people like me should be banned from the Net, I'm sure I will here only for damage. Over the next few days I
strizzerò properly the menin - the mater, and I will bring out something decent, next time.

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From my degree in journalism in the last five years

Today was my first and last day of class in the course degree in publishing, multimedia communication and journalism , at the 'University of Genoa .

Despite the great willingness of the teachers, the proximity of different sites at the station and at home, and the infinite interest on my part to write, this experience was very disappointing.
The reasons: the total lack of organization, first and foremost, then also the environment was not a great incentive, but especially the idea of wasting time doing absolutely marginal subjects, and only theoretical.

It 's been a bad blow for me to realize that this course did not fit completely in my interests. However
positive there is to say that, fortunately, I have not yet done so and paid the registration fees, so they are economically free. Other
luck: I did not have to give up anything to try a day of classes.



Ever since I was little, I always imagined my life very structured, classically : school, high school, college, marriage, children, etc..
But it did not absolutely so. I have not taken the
license in the last 2 years of high school, did not interest me, I did not even try. The attempt
I did in college, and it took me much longer than I imagined, because the basic driving scares me, because now I've got a license for almost 3 years now, and I never used except as a completed copy of identity card.

Even with the ' universities did not go as I had imagined.
In high school I was not worried that much of what was the path I should follow once a high school diploma, convinced that the inspiration, sooner or later I would come.
But no, just days after close of entries still did not know what to choose.

not get me wrong: I I knew I liked and what not, what were my interests, my real abilities, not only had never really tried before to put to the test, to see how far I able to get there, I knew what I wanted to continue on the road ahead, even though I was alone, deprecated by all.

Surely, at least initially, I was not left free to choose and decide on its own, or if I would have been incurred did it anyway, and I did not at all confidence in myself to make this decision alone, nor the strength to carry it out, not just me, I need the support and approval of at least the people I was closest.
Hence I chose to take that road I would have support and approval from others: this was the way degree in architecture, and grandfather would go away, to " Milan, to change the environment, people , and instead I ended up sign up for Genoa, a city that I did not like, too close to home, and with the usual horrible faces.

But I must admit, however, I was good, I managed to diversify from the crowd, to get myself noticed by some professors, for my work, my plans, my ideas.
E 'during this course some interesting things that happen that will change my life.

A professor William Bilancioni , Professor of History of Contemporary , teacher and very smart person, very nice, intelligent, and I estimated a lot since the first time, after a visit to an exhibition, suggested to us students, a book, "The Design of Everyday " by Norman ; was a book about the ill constructed, and the ensuing problems that would have made viewers uncomfortable. We
future architects should have been used to keep in mind that without the aesthetic functionality is not needed.
But I began to think of anything else to the psychology of the objects (if you can call), and their users. Another professor

meanwhile, had organized a conference with some kind of psychologists, speaking of colors, shapes, and all those architectural elements from the psychological point of view.
And here, I started to wonder if archituttura was just what I wanted to do, if he was building houses what they want to invest my time, trying to deny me the answer that it was now increasingly clear and indelible: NO.

At the same time while I was enrolled in a fantastic gym near home, ' Empire, where I spent a very long time.
was my outlet, the place where I could really be myself (or almost), I could relax and vent, in a short time I had met many people, I was a bit 'mascot. Here I met
Ivan, one of the instructors, as well as being a very nice guy, funny, cute, and that was fabulous massage, he was also the 'animator during the summer ...
This work, can this lifestyle has piqued my curiosity: a new perspective, tied to everything about me had changed, both inside and outside.

I subscribed to all, the first level of selection at some of the largest tour operator .
The practices were really long, but incredile, I passed the first level for all the questions that I had done.
The second major step was in an interview in place, in front of a staff selection, and a hundred other aspiring entertainers, however, for a person I had always been shy as I was an absurd trial, I was afraid of not succeeding.
But I did and also successfully passed this step. After a week of
stage on the site, a real resort, here you get home the decisive point: I was an animator !

Despite all those who had heard of my choice, had tried in all ways, to dissuade me, for remuneration, for the type of work, both for the future, I am happy to have made this experience, because it gave me very much, has changed me inside, made me a stronger person, more sure of myself, and above all happier for having done something that I really wanted and I alone, despite everyone else and everything else.

This experience also gave me a way to review my life and my future with a new vision, one that had the base a new person, or perhaps simply a real person, what I I was really , and that, for reasons of environment, people, influences, had to remain hidden behind an appearance is not real, just easier to avoid confrontations, frictions and differences, which I did not want or ; to address, nor bear.

I began to wonder who I really I : a timid person or exhibitionist? I've always been timid because that was what others wanted from me? Why was this that had taught me to be? Or because it was my nature? And this time there had been an exhibitionist because it was what I had in reality? Why I can adapt to situations? Because I have different natures? As a reaction to what had always been, because I needed to let go, and why not knowing No one was easier? Or the situation itself?

I did not give me an answer , but I do not even interest me that much, I already have got enough to ask me this question.
Certainly one thing I could say I felt a much more sure of myself , and therefore much more strong, because I could be truly independent , and then make my own decisions, even with all the against the world, would no longer be a problem, I was ready to decide the my university career and life .
My choice was: Communication Sciences to Savona.

E 'was the best choice I've made in my entire life.
Great curriculum, great atmosphere, great teachers, good materials, could not have gone better.
These three years have given me a lot, I have left something that will last forever, and are not limited only to teach simple concepts, but allowed me to learn from myself to live my life .

And now, waiting to put the final exams, and to discuss the thesis in just two days, due to recent unexpected about my choice of degree specialist, I was able to review all my life, and reipostarla exactly would that it were, in fact, what we want . Here

my decision: I will remain at home, I will study for the final exams, give the argument, and leave ; the idea for the U.S., but I keep myself available for any other opportunities ;.
I know it's the right time to leave, I know that if I do not now do it again, I know that if I start something else here, will too long before I can finally do what I really want, and, above all, what I feel is the best thing for me at this time.

It took me a quarter of a century to be able to really be myself, and to have appropriate means to do it, but there are now, and nothing and nobody in the world stop me from continuing to do so! ! :-))

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FISH :

As you : In October, the fitness improves el 'mood back at high altitude.
realisticamene evaluate multiple events and people, filing past dissatisfactions.
Clarifying doubts about your projects and does not hesitate to get in contention for advancement in the work . And
' love? The sensuality makes you iron out any differences with the practice partners.

What will happen : comes a kind of suitor that it is better to discard.
Honours in what concerns the 'external .

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Today, while I was queuing at the cash to pay the expense, what I see in the last pews, tempting those who never goes unnoticed, because they can not look, as the cashier are very slow.

Well, this time I must say that I regretted having to wait in line to wait, because I had plenty of time to study this new little wonder true of Ferrero I Rondnoir !
How can you resist, I concede almost anything (except the last few months!), But this time I decided to reward myself, and I bought a pack.

As soon as I got home I opened it: it contains 4 balls, the kind Ferrero Roche , only that these are all strictly melting! :-D
Dark is the grain they are wrapped, the shell that covers them, the chocolate soft interior, and the ball solid which is its heart.

WOW yum! A delicacy! Must try! Especially if you love dark chocolate .
My colleagues have found what they are doing for us, our little temptation.

And, as someone very wise said: "I know resist everything except temptation to !

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Finally the beach! Start

This was my FIRST true DAY of BEACH !!!!!
What an effort to wake up early, or when I could get back to sleep, or at least quiet in the warmth of my starmene double bed, all for me, and then if you think you have to get up just to go to the beach soon, almost almost wonder if you're stupid!
Yes, we are always negotiating with ourselves!

However I did, I tried force, and I got up. A good breakfast, with some of my favorite biscuits, I had hidden in the kitchen, waiting for a similar situation, where I would serve as an incentive to exit the bedroom.
time to put everything needed in the bag of cloth, which had brought me Valter best not to know what place, a beautiful hot shower, relaxing, energizing, to prepare to receive all the sun that he would be, and I'm ready to quit.

's face still a bit 'numb, his heart continued to beat me like I'm in the middle of REM sleep, and then the sight of beach, almost deserted, with the last lucky few, able to enjoy the best time, without crowding, with the most wonderful time, and less expensive. The
sand beaches and warm colors, the sea that slopes towards the infinite, the ' water warm and clear, its noise, relaxing, accoccolante, protective, and the sun, full and fresh, that no heating, except with its light.
That feeling of peace, calm, tranquility, in September, that only the few people who live here can feel and understand.

How not to enjoy the moments and feelings as well!
E 'this the real vacation, my real holiday, and everything I needed at this time.

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the cold ...

Brrrrr! ! How cold!
This morning, I wake up just peeked out the window: gray. Everything was gray, the sky, light the streets. Oh well, I said, it is worth approfttarne to make the switch cabinets.

It 's always a special time in which to fold the clothes of the season now passed, storing it in closed boxes, with anti moth sachets, the scent suitable for that season, to give a last look and put the whole thing until a year later.

In return, however, reappear here months before the clothes put away, maybe not as perfectly folded, with a few patches left and went unnoticed by too much haste to put away to make room for what, more than all giving the sense of the arrival of warm weather, and, generally, of the holiday.

No more T-shirts reading, thin, silky, slightly transparent, more or less adherent, low-cut, ... But
sweaters and sweaters, the classic winter colors, which heat the skin and eyes, enveloping, soft, soft to the eye and touch.
colors like gray, brown, green, blue, blacks, non-anonymous, always classic, suitable for any occasion, but also peaks of certainty as red, orange, purple, to get to the sweetness and delicazza, just maybe this time as no other, blue, pink, yellow, white, cream, pastel and all other changes.

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Books ...

Finally some 'free time!
Now I can write all what I thought in recent months, never having the time to put it on paper (or on the web ...).
Above all I can read! And I mean something other than a textbook!
I toured the site of the Press, here are the books that inspire me more:

... you say ... desire for motherhood ...?

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Journalism

Today I joined the course in journalism!
I'm happy and satisfied with my choice, though not totally certain address.

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The beginning of my vacation

Today was my first day of holiday , and beach ! :-))

Finally a bit 'of warm, a bit' of sun, a bit 'of sand , a bit 'of sea, ...
already certain, and this lasted for over 2 hours! :-(

I was still at least leisure .
Who wants to read of write, to create ,
:-) ... I have great ideas , large projects , see what happens ... :-)

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Good night ...

Forgive me but I'm really dead tired!
Tonight there are none.

Good night to all and see you soon!

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"Smile" My simple comment became famous poem

had to be a trivial comment simple, written for the event, at the time, the blog of a person not as well known as a response to his sad message.

And then, today, by chance, I find my messaggino in search engines ... WOW!
It's always a strange effect see something in your lap.

Forgive me if I boast a little! It is not because the self. But rereading
As I wrote ... well ... I have to say sincerely I like it so much! Why
believe it. really believe in what I said.

Whether this is the only real answer a. .. at all ...?
Mah .. posterity will judge.

:-)) SMILE!

:-)) SORRIANO D when I have reason, but even when you do not have.

:-)) SMILE a thing, and smile for everyone.

:-)) SMILE for the good things that happen to you, but also for the "unexpected".

:-)) SMILE for surprises, and challenges that we are offered.

:-)) smiled back at people who look at you happy, and sad ones in an Donan.

:-)) SMILE who are familiar with, but also to new people.

:-)) SMILE , walking down the street, the whole world.

:-)) SMILE yourself in the mirror.

:-)) SMILE of your strengths and your weaknesses.

:-)) SMILE when you're really lucky, and when things do not go just as you hoped.

:-)) SMILE no reason, even more than when you've got a reason.

:-)) SMILE , because a smile leads to another.

:-)) SMILE because commitments less muscles to remain serious.

:-)) SMILE , because there's richest person of the giver smiles, no more poor people who can not smile.

:-)) SMILE for great achievements, as for the small satisfactions.

:-)) SMILE , because the smile is contagious.



:-)) SMILE and the world that can not repay you .. at least returning your smile.

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do, teach, learn to express themselves

" Who can do is, if you can not do teach " he once said a very wise person.
I do not want the teachers! :-)

Sometimes when I write, I try to convey to others everything I know to help them, to make them better, with the stupid idea that " others "are there waiting for me, my advice, my views, and especially with the arrogant belief that they really need me, and I can really give something to them, something indispensable.

Not so. This is just what it looks like and that I never wanted to make it appear that, because the reality is quite different.

Each of us, try need to feel useful , you can do something of serve some , can leave something of himself .
The constant fear of being , and not to be and not have been anyone, makes us aware of our limitations . Why
none of us is eternal . May be only eternal things and ideas that are here. That is the need to do something, leave something to feel someone.
This will not make us live longer, but will allow us to exist for much longer.

in the world do not think there are two identical people, so we are all different, and we can all leave us something that is different from everything else, so we all have something we can leave / teaching others, something that we can only give us, because we did not have anyone else. The fantastic

sentence quoted at the beginning (who knows how to do, if you can not do teach), is not totally true, or, rather, is not complete.
Who can do is, if you can not do teach , but if you can not do and he tries the same, regardless of the outcome that will be able to obtain, will aquisito experience that those who do not already know has never needed to do, and those who could not make it ; illusion of having already, with important lessons.

Beware of people who have a goal, without having made the journey to get there.

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"Quo vadis ", a company specializing in calendars and diaries, is one of my favorite brands in my shop in early September.

It 's a brand a bit' special, a little 'how Moleskine, but not elite, less free and more organized, targeted at young, professional or managerial.

year "Quo vadis " has prepared a surprise: the " Memoriae ", a series of booklets on topics pre-set, that you must complete, and can customize whichever you prefer.

A little 'as a notebook-blog short.

found an excellent addition to commercial, I think it's a nice idea approach to writing for people who do not particularly like, possible future writers, future or just lovers of writing.

For me, it was a confirmation of the need that each of us to express, and finding the most appropriate for him to do so.

The fact that the companies are realizing this could be an advantage, if you create products that facilitate this quest for a way to communicate with each other.
However, we hope that the way of satisfaction of this need, did not, as the only purpose, the purely economic.

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pay rise for MPs. That's what cost us

This paper is one of those chains that often arrive by email, and certainly some time will come to you.

In the midst of silly time wasters, however, sometimes there is something that deserves our attention, and to be taken into account.

This paper is one that should not be overlooked.

I did not write myself, so I can not vouch for the complete authenticity, which is difficult, however, for those who are outside the environment, because, since the data to be able to refute the findings should be accurate.

However, I think there is a basis of truth, so I decided to publish it, to pull off this topic with you, inspire you to be interested in the situation and to seek the truth, and to encourage those who should learn something, to give real and accurate data.

Thanks to everyone for their participation and collaboration.

This is the message that there is circulating email:

MANDIAMOLI TO WORK:

on "L'Espresso " a few weeks ago there was a short article that explained that recently the Parliament has voted unanimously and no abstentions (but should be?) an increase of salary for MPs about Euro 1135, 00 per month.

In addition, the motion

has been disguised so that it does not appear King official in the minutes.

Here's what our MPs are currently taking :

· ; SALARY: Euro 19,150.00 per month;

· BASE SALARY: Approximately Euro 9980.00 per month;

· ; lackeys: about Euro 4030.00 per month (usually relative or family member);

· ; EXPENSES RENT: about Euro 2900.00 per month;

· ALLOWANCE ' CHARGE: ( from Euro 335.00 about to Euro 6455.00);

· ; ALL FREE OF CHARGE

+

· PHONE PHONE: free ;

· CARD OF CINEMA: free ;

· CARD THEATRE: free ;

· CARD BUS - METRO: free ;

· STAMPS: free ;

· NATIONAL AIR TRAVEL: free ;

· HIGHWAY TRAFFIC: free ;

· POOLS AND FITNESS: free ;

· FS: free ;

· ; STATE PLANE: free ;

· EMBASSIES: free ;

· CLINICAL free ;

· ACCIDENT INSURANCE: free ;

· ; INSURANCE DEATH: free ;

· BLUE CAR WITH DRIVER: free ;

· RESTAURANT: free (in 1999 they ate and drank for free Euro 1,472,000.00).

ALSO:

· pocket a salary ;

· entitled to pension after 35 months in parliament, forcing citizens 35 years of contributions (for now !!!).

· About 103,000.00 Euro cashing them with election expenses reimbursement (in violation of the law on party financing);

· plus privileges for those who have been Presidents of the Republic, the Senate or the Chamber.

(Ex: Ms Pivetti available free of charge and an office, a secretary, the blue car and a stock always at his service);

The political class has caused damage to the country a 1 billion and 255 million .

The one chamber of deputies to the national coast Euro 2215.00 RETAIL !


Please do circulate this paper.

It is promoting a REFERENDUM for the 'abolition of privileges of all Members.

This information can be read only through the internet As almost all mass media refuse to make them aware of the Italians .

PLEASE CONTINUE THE CHAIN

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Child's pay

Video of extraordinary beauty, made by MoveOn ( www.moveon.org ) superfrequentato blog, which allowed the Americans to intervene directly in politics, and laws of your country.

This video, which won several competitions, was broadcast on all televisions in the world, except that in our (of course), until it was brought to Italy by Beppe Grillo during his tour beppegrillo.it .

30 seconds full, intense, extraordinarily beautiful, full of meaning, which is forcing all of us to deep reflection.

content in two words: here is who will pay the debt of President Bush.

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Duke & Gerry Scotti

Today in Alassio took the traditional cultural event, or so called, "A publisher Europe ".

The event in its 14th edition, for the past 8 years, is presented by Gerry Scotti , who yesterday also received Alassino gold.

This year he won the publisher of the book: "The Solitude of Prime Numbers ", by Paolo Giordano , the young Turin, graduated in physics, and researcher, who had already starred in a evening in the library of Alassio, to present his book, the first and only book, at the time, which has already won the prestigious Strega Prize.

The event was also attended by celebrities such as Antonio Ricci and Lorenzo Beccati (authors of Striscia la notizia), Alberto Beniscelli (lecturer at the University of Genoa), John Bogle (Chancellor of the University of Urbino), Romina Mondello (actress) and many others.

Unfortunately the bad weather has reduced the mnifestazione, due to heavy rain and hail, but we have resisted loyalists under the weather, and I must say it was worth it.
It is always worthwhile, when you have the opportunity to meet very special people!

Thanks and greetings to Paul Giordano fantastic and great Gerry Scotti !

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Video of Alassio, on "Hey Ma '" by Gino Paoli

Fantastic video: the beautiful song "Hey Ma '" by Gino Paoli, music that takes you away, the unforgettable words and images as the background of Alassio, in the province of Savona, capable to catch you and to absorb in a more tangible reality than you might imagine.

not think. Let go. Limit yourself to feel all your senses.

This video is dedicated to each of you.

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Never without my parfum!

change their lives, not just revolutionize all the great things that occupy space in their lives, but also and above all, get rid of the shares now usual and customary, leaving the routine in the box with the old life, and ricominiciare from scratch with something new, fantastic, exciting, something that makes us feel not so much as we are, but rather as want to become.

One of the first things to change, then, is the smell.

Accustomed now about 8 years with my wonderful "Aqua woman" of Rochas more cologne that smell fresh, exhilarating, exciting, young and agile, I have decided to try to find something else that I own just as well but that is better adapted to my new personality.

I initially thought " Paradise" by Estee Lauder , I had tried long ago, I was like, and I wanted to see what effect it would have made me hear it years later, ... maybe too many years, given that no longer exists!

panic. And what do I do? I was now playing with the idea of changing a bit ', then I should definitely find an alternative.
I turned around the perfume department of Lafayette, and all the Sephora store , my hands were full of testers, the smell almost numb, and muddle-headed, until two fragrances have awakened my senses " Femme" by Hugo Boss , and " Magnifique " of Lancome .

two completely different scents, and in which, however, in both, I felt perfectly at ease, we were on the same wavelength.
" Femme ": sweet, smart, style, real class, light, almost faint, but present, steady young man, but said.
" Magnifique " extremely sensual, strong, firm but not convinced, present, high, but not arrogant, totally intoxicating charm.

Guess' for what I decided? :-D

It 'amazing how simple 2 drops of perfume can make you feel a different person!
try it!

;-) Anyway, just see the 2 different bottles of perfume, it gives a clear view of the remarkable change!

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Nice Day

Hey Hello everyone! Yesterday
intense day! All day in a Nice agitated by the presence of 27 ministers of the economy, and then fast travel against the clock to arrive in time to Savona, where we waited for friends to go out to dinner together.
very full day therefore tiring, but really nice .

Nice is one of my favorite cities ever!
It's not that I've shot so much, someday I will speak also of my travels, the places I have been, the kind where I want to return, and what I'd like to see the first time.
Comuque hope, and I think that after have traveled all over the world, Nice will remain one of my favorite places.
Air busy but calm and relaxed that you breathe is something fantastic.
It 's a big city, but it turns like a small village.
You can find any kind of person, you can really afford to be themselves.
And then the shops, streets, squares, everything is taken care of, and exalted, with quell'arroganza typical of the French, but is rich in taste and love for his own things.
short, Nice is a city fantastic to see at least once in their life, but you will see that after seeing her, when there will be enough!
Word of Mary! ;-)

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My must

When you start a new blog is a bit 'like buying a new home : you have the opportunity to change your life, start anew you can decide how you want your future and start putting the building blocks, without having to worry about what has been, the past is truly past now.

But having to start again all over again means having to re-profile themselves as you are and how you want to be. Let's see what I can say

me :

1) I am the sign of PISCES , born Sunday, March 11, 1984, in India , for xxxxxx. ... the country will remain a mystery for you! :-D

You know the sign of Pisces? Two identical fish, which are linked together (or at least try to go) in opposite directions. In other words: mission impossible !
But this symbol is well my way of being: personality traits of the opposite (I hope I have used the right terms, as I took a course on theories of personality! Very interesting!) That coexist and prevail alternately.

Not bad eh? :-) Well, I do not miss anything, and at the same time .... What a mess !!!!!

However, this sign allows me to be interested in many things, completely different.
not I tried what the boredom! Are was definitely overstimulated.
At the same time, however, have to decide, to prevail over other interests, which is essential for example for the choice of university is always a nightmare !

Some of my interests?
The music ! To listen to, at any time of day to sing out loud when no one is neither at home nor in the neighborhood, or a whisper, when there are too many ears attentive, to play .... once ... sigh! Unfortunately I stopped ... Topic sad, are not yet able to talk about it.

Write !! One of my favorite activities! Almost a drug, addictive, for me has become a real necessity.
It is on this that, unless amended, will aim for my career. Journalist, TV author, writer? Maybe, who knows, ....!!! ;-)

Cooking: Food is my subject of consolation, that's why stress fattening, when I'm happy I almost forgot to eat!
When? ... Um ..... very stressed ....! But will make it soon! :-(

Walk: I love walking where possible there are other people in the street at a steady pace in the country, but especially at the beach or by the sea.
is not a sport, not a way to get some air, and my contact with the world, a world that appears to me to make me find myself.
feel the air that surrounds you and touch you, the wind that regenerates giving an energy that you thought no longer existed, and the sound of the sea, the sound of silence ... wow an oasis of peace and prosperity!
I do not think I could ever live in a place far from the sea. I felt suffocated, crushed.

Water : I love being in the water, which is a shower, bathtub, whirlpool, swimming pool, sea water is just that, and I can be alone.
Water hundredfold every sense, linking them with a harmony that only she possesses.

Well, these are just some of my interests. Want to know more about me? Continue to follow! ;-)