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make the Christmas tree!

Here's my tree alternative!

Obviously, this is a tree independent e. .. a little off! The ammmmooore has given me in the head I do not make good wishes for Christmas ... so as not to fall too much in the tradition of cravings, I'll wish you a new year ..... CREATIVITY ' !

Kiss creative at all!

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It is no pase for women.

"When we see a girl
stroll
let us do what? We follow
shrewd eye and then

us strive to guess what e 'from head to foot'
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but his legs but his legs are fine
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you will caress
but two legs a bit 'nervous
will make you fall in love with beautiful eyes blacks
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About seventy years ago, a tune entered the homes of Italians. The tune was sung Enzo Aita and Trio Lescano which is still the best grandparents and parents remember best. A tune that was good for the Italians that he identified with positivity, in a time when there was a need for optimism. The tune soon became the head of everyone, especially women and men.
Legs, legs, legs ... These blessed women's legs, which for years have made men mad. But that never c'avranno so hypnotic?
About thirty years later the recording of this song, however, mysteriously legs of thousands of women, a means of procreation and guardian of the home, they began to descend on the streets, marching and shouting as frenzied. The reasons were clear: calling for the emancipation. Emancipation: a word, why.

From wikipedia: L ' emancipation, in the widest sense of the term, refers to all those actions that allow a person or group of persons to have access to a state of autonomy through the cessation of addiction ( of subjection) by any authority or power.

Having already outlined the meaning of the word, you must think about why today, in Italy, women living in situations that, without exaggeration, verging Medieval times.
We are the last places in the rankings for equal opportunities, this should be known, and I wonder why most women do not react collectively. Why are the daughters of those legs "suffragette sessantottino" (perhaps a bit 'the simplistic "sessantottino" Whereas the female fight officially began in 1903, but is a mere formality for writing) have decided to give up?
seems that these women are not interested in their condition, which is ultimately better to be a flirtation, rather than winning respect. This is not to barricade on retreats, to point out his iron will and the ability to live without men, it is not to dispense with femininity. It is only to do a series of choices that do get compared to the female gender. Personally I can not understand how you can live in a macho country like ours. For example you could start by the government (the fish starts to stink from the head). The Italian government boasts that it has introduced five (Brambilla came in May 2009) minister to women in their team. Interestingly, three out of five are without portfolio. Even more interesting is the history of these women that is already known to most and is certainly worthy of the pink page of the Transactions of the Court. Although it is a coalition that did not vote, even if I disagree with their politics, at least I wish my woman would be represented by strong personalities. But of course everything then falls into a where the system is not accepted to be strong, to make room for the one "strong" government that can spit out judgments and "appreciation" without a control. And this is another long story that involves the Court itself and its Buffone ...
In academia, women are discriminated against from the outset, especially when walking in fields of science has always been only for the elite men. The woman, you know, is always scope for the humanities and letters. Basically a woman is in a team for a medical research does not matter to people. In
advertising that meet the common idea that one has of the company and the position of women in the social scale, the fair sex is always shown in part of the woman who is or welcoming to her husband and family, great stuff in managing the domestic affairs (shopping, the study of children, household cleaning, laundry ...), or sympathetic colleague in the office in a chat tested on the new diet.
I wonder why more than 2000 years of history, women have never been a head of government in our country. I wonder why the older women should live under the shadow of great men.
course is clear, very tiny little state has made that nice and sometimes funny because only boys who goes by the name of the Vatican and for us girls would probably have been better if he had remained the papacy to Avignon. We owe much to the culture Roman and Hellenic, but unfortunately the past can not be changed.
And so I ask women why your legs have stopped marching for the rights?

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But we're never gonna survive, Unless we get a little crazy

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probably would not have noticed. Or at least I would not have been so 'in mind.

One day, your hands have appeared and have started shooting with my all around us.

... your skin is perfect.

Now, at the mercy of primitive feelings, I find myself bewildered in front of a traffic light in the lane of a supermarket, or at the window of a shop of the Singer.

Perhaps I would never have noticed, but now I can not help but think about it. I, his hands hardened by granite and arms free of ornaments, hung the image of a slim and stylish clock Calvin Klein, on your left hand, and a silver bracelet on the right, which shows, clearly and femininity ' , four new letters. Four new beautiful letters.

Strange days, surprises vaporized in the air that take your breath away and leave the smell of your body in my bed. I will not be 'I certainly blew away one of your hairs found on the white bedspread, but maybe the wind rude and envious, which enters and passes by the tents of a soft yellow and pale red.

Copro carefully the discovery of dark brown color with orange duvet and triggered the sense of smell. I become a hunter, and gun shots that echo in the memory fresh ...

... your skin is perfect.

Forme ... yours, drawn.

... our words, and laughter, and silences and glances.

We met in a world of our own.

You and me, Sara.

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An award in his throat (cited)

Hooray, hooray! My (our ... yours!) Chairman of the board is back to being an ordinary citizen! Hooray, hooray! People rejoice! We're really all the same!
Well sure, if we must now also start to think that in fact that is why we cry pure normality, then a bit 'of doubt comes up. But no matter! We rejoice, right people?! Exult nemmmeno not knowing where home is the norm.
It is now common practice in traditional daily life watching the fights, to the controversy. Do not slam even more eyebrows when witnessing abuse live on a public network. Who cares if you say to an honorable "She is more beautiful than smart? Not even a feminist indignation.
(Other than feminists who can not even speak in proper Italian, going on TV to meet with young girls stalwart indoctrinated with the political philosophy of the center right.)
not even want to think about what happened to all Italian citizens and honest thinking . I do not even want to imagine. If so far have not made contact, I do not think will ever wake up from what I hope will be a lethargy and a coma. But women, who at least once a day are hit in the dignity that does not even know they have? What happened? All have become new housewives of two thousand?
The point is that I do not know what the situation is more serious. We have repeated so many times "There's institutional crisis, social and economic" that we do not remember most is that in the crisis.

I will not go into the ranks of those who emigrate from their country for the need to find a better future. If I ever go to live outside Italy, I wish it were for my own pleasure, not for a tremendous needs. The more I think about what this people is inhibited, the more I want to cry. I have in a terrible rage that only a true revolution could redeem.
But I'm a loose cannon.
(We Loose Cannons - I hope)

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friend that I can not love


I open my eyes, they are completely confused.

sway until the house 'can not open the fridge, pull out a mysterious Swartz Beer of Monaco, but I decided that without sprite you can not' drink it.

Swing a little 'less dangerous by Dante, through via Volta, entered the shop and I think the two sprites on the ground have made my name on it. € 3.60.

recrossed via Volta, casually greeting a machine that lets me, and I feel very cool just 'cause the car to greet you absently puts off. I feel very "man-who-must-not-ask-anything" when greeting, in a distracted way, a machine that makes me move.

Return home and the stunning '39 echoes from the walls. I open the windows and I let the evening.

I wonder 'why', I continue to think of a girl who barely know. He told me that tomorrow might go to find the Cube. Maybe that's why, 'cause Cube the word on the lips of a girl sounds perfect. And it sounds perfect that tomorrow maybe will pass' to us.

Then the phone rings and there 'current right between me and Fabio. We do not spend too many words. Tomorrow we start 7:45. The cube. Meanwhile, Freddie Mercury reminds me to listen to the madman in "The Prophet Song", a piece so beautiful as unknown. And then and 'now playing the game to find all the answers in the phrases of the songs. Perhaps, until 'Music continues to emanate from the walls, I'll find' answers. But then what answers? Needless to disturb the plural, I'm just one, I just need to know 'cause, girlfriend, I do not know love.

I put up the dough, stepping stone "A day at the races" to the play queue. Stepping stone hit my favorite of the queen from various albums, twice stepping stone "Under pressure" in the original version of "Hot Space", the most 'beautiful strfamosa version of "Greatest Hits".

"Is this real life, is this just fantasy?" And 'reality' or just fancy, he asks me "Bohemian Rhapsody." No sad thoughts like "I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me ', not' in my case, here it takes self-criticism and self-pity.

"So you think you can love me and leave me to die?", Eh, you think you can love me and leave me to die? Almost accusatory, we are talking about sex, then? The "Death on Two Legs" might hit here or not? Or maybe 'cause "Nothing really matters to me," 'cause I care about anything other than two footholds in granite?

I stop in front of this.

"Give me all your love tonight," shouts "Tie Your Mother Down" (continue to grant this customization of the songs). More sex, but then all that matters, though I think that refusing the privilege voluntarily. So, what's missing in you, friend, to spend a night together in my bed?

In contrast, there are many more 'the girls with whom to have sex than those to which I would write a letter. Boh. So what's missing in you, friend, to receive a letter from me?

is entering the evening with all of its quietude. "Look into my eyes and you'll see I'm the only one," sings a beautiful "You Take My Breath Away." "Every time you make a move you destroy my mind, every time you move and I think that I can not resist your erotic charge, but if everything stops there, no letter will have 'your name on it. And the first word of every love letter and 'a name.

(The joke goes on intimate and rather tight, and I realize that 'little appreciable, and it might not even have the sense to publish all these lines .... but we'll see')

"end Hi friend, take me love me forever with you und ... but what the hell life was cold?

"You and I", and also the beautiful unknown "You and I". "Just you and I", what is' the size of two is not right? How many questions, here I guess I have to disturb more 'plural ....

"Can anybody find me somebody to love?" Well, no, come on, no pre-meetings, thank you. It's not 'the case of having to live at all costs. And then the height of thing. The right height for eye contact, if anything. No, his mouth meeting pro-marriage.

Beer + gas is going down 'quickly, in the meantime. And "Under pressure" take dominion of the air. What beautiful. "Why can not we give love that one more chance, but I figured, let's all possibility 'they serve," This is our last dance, This Is Ourselves ", this is us.

Then the elegant "Who wants to live forever" we announced that there 's time for us, that there is no 'place for us. This poignant piece, but the weather there ', even that does not fail. So what's missing? "But touch my tears with your lips, touch my world with your fingertips, touch my world with your fingers. Your fingers are not yet hardened by the granite cube.

friends All that you came into my life, to the tune of "Forever" I want to end the evening trick, a trick no compromise. Not scroller 'page was not up for re-read what I wrote. No compromise leaves the granite.

'Forever' and 'an instrumental piece, that can not' help me with any sentence. But perhaps the answer is them, friends who were all people my life, where the words stop and emotion does not need any letters.

Skip to visit me tomorrow.

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Yesterday the cube.

I could not tell if the day and 'went very well or very badly.

is ok, the first step and 'out now, yes ok I did the best lap ever, BUT THAT SHIT AND' PULL THAT HARD?

But then 'I stop for a moment and think, after all, I spent the morning with friends to climb, I felt good, I was the cube ... and I think maybe all ste paranoia are so silly, I feel stupid them to think.

Sunday are there, and chain or chain will be 'a day in which, as usual, life and 'the center of attention.

Fabio, Simone, Alberto .... are you ready?

Alberto Thanks for being my favorite spy .... you got me, I was there!

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Men

And you go dancing through Doorways
Just to see what you will find Leaving nothing to

Interfere With the crazy balance of your mind

Love Over Gold - Dire Straits

Writing and 'save, save moments of life.

not only those amazing, unforgettable. Those drugs are not all that memorable or 'need to be transcribed. I speak of those moments that stalks should then, alas, 'lost. Imagine the mind of a scatterbrain like me.

Save ....

What I want to save the day? What images want to stop? What I want to protect to prevent the break time, or causes to slip through his fingers like sand?

Cut the onion and the words form in my mind. Abandoning the sauce and sometimes I write before I leave them.

Today's say that will not save 'the morning, because' already 'can not remember how it went. It will not stop 'dozens of phone calls made to customers, will not protect' traffic lights, planning, meetings or figures.

will save 'that you look beyond the glass. Here What will save '.

and save 'this strong feeling of metamorphosis from man to man smile of ice.

Men's smile gets excited, and they give it and see. It shows you strip, you are looking for, but with grace and courtesy. Do you dream of ten nights in a row, but they continue to look for with grace and delicacy. And you know, people expect you to smile read their lines, but expect much even from the recipient. Maybe it 's that, you expect too much from the recipient, but you know, men smile give all of himself, and if not cry' guilt of the onions.

Men of ice, however, have made a choice, and they give it and see. Because it 's important to them be consistent. And that 's very easy for them because' the heart does not turn over ', men's ice. Do not show 'anything about what they were, and are dressed in their worst dressed in a suit cold, no one likes: indifference. The ice men do not seek more, 'cause they do not know' who you are, 'cause no longer exists for them'. And then you know that you will dance all the way through the doors 'to see what there is' over, let nothing interfere with the crazy balance of your mind.

but the most 'bizarre ice for men and' the fact of having written these lines, 'cause the men of ice do not expect you to read more' their lines, do not expect more than 'nothing. And for a look behind the glass that hits them a little, and hit them and not 'a look of love, but a serious look, surprised, sad, almost in disbelief. Affects them and now one would think that men's ice may melt completely in the sun or a look, but tonight it was really cold and ice and 'left the ice.

And this makes five onions, will be 'better fried.

tears in my eyes now. Damn onions.

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21:18


Who knows' cause recently I am fond of these circumstances are astronomical, four per year, with the light have to do. Equinoxes, solstices, days of perfect balance or imbalance.

today (er, yesterday to be exact, but here is the wee hours, and then the day does not pass until 'not decide sleep) ... today, I said, welcome to the 21:18' autumn. The equinox this year fell on 22 (and some do not know!).

But do not misunderstand, I do not want to talk about atmospheric refraction of radii and parallax , I want to talk about how nature provides wonderful metaphors, for those who want to seize.

I want to slip in the dress of a scientist to read a book of poetry, and will ask to 'help our friends parallax, semi-diameter and refraction to tell you anyway, even equinox, the length of the light and 'a little bit more.

encouraging, is not it?

And then what do you say that the equinox and 'only a very minute and not a whole day?

I have no words.

Allow this new addiction, this new habit or vice, or mania, regardless of luxury or caprice of sunlight.

And give me a little 'solidarity' on the scale that, because of another friend of ours (the precession of the equinoxes ), found no more 'the equinox as a sign, but must' perhaps wait a very long year Platonic of 25,800 years to get it back.

Quanta devotion should be a ground to wait twenty-five thousand years to rediscover their love, it's real or platonic?

I'm amazed.

Happy equinox to all, even if it 's just a moment.

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Honor para-dropped. The common goal

I am a bit 'broken balls in this country.
We have become so blind to let us move from the exploitation of a child who cries "Daddy!" to view the coffin of his father returning from a bombing in the war. Indeed Amendment: an attack on a peacekeeping mission. Why is this so called war today. Peacekeeping mission.
And instead of talking about how useless armed intervention in a country to bring peace and democracy, we propinano an innocent who suffer, not only invading your privacy (which he will not even know you had), but also that of his family.
honor the military, I agree. Just a medal for valor civil, a bow of the President of the Republic and everything returns to normal. This is the honor. A medal.
scroll through the images of a state funeral, the mournful cry of those who makes war with the words, the pain of a hypocrite who claims to spread democracy not even make it known to his people.
honor to the military. Honor that shines on a gold medal.
is clear that the majority of men and women who leave for the missions, they hope to return and receive a medal and eternal glory. Most of them part of mica for a salary that allows him to live in dignity. Oh no. Saying it would insult them. Accuse them of mercenaries.
to honor milestones. Honor also to the politicians who want peace missions. Honor to the Italian people as capable of moving. Honour to those who do not will never sabotage. Honor those who let things take the course desired by the "sky." Kudos to all.

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ice clouds are soft

Tonight they left a lot of SMS.

What a mess, everyone wants to go tomorrow in a different place, could not find a cliff that fits all, but ultimately the choice and 'wisely fall on the beautiful Madeleine, mon amour !

mega brainy In Tim's computer it took a lot of bytes, packets and reassembled in a fragmented parcels, have given rise to many outgoing messages from my cell to many other cell.

Of these parcels, one did not want to leave. Maybe 'cause he did not know the way the new destination, or maybe' cause the thumb and the button does not wanted to meet .... mah!

And then the thumb and 'decided, this time separately. And part of the parcel.

not worth anything, this little package, but for a little bit makes my head remains a bit 'in the clouds.

It is not worth anything, but we hang so much of me, and 'a packet that has my form, my clothes and my smell.

not worth anything, and I feel less real than this morning, I woke up in the metropolitan sidewalks made of aliens.

Then came a parcel for me, but my thumb tells me to wait. I wash the salad and appearance. Drain the pasta, I open the pesto. Dinner and 'ready. I say to the thumb and 'Now.

Not all incoming packets are in the shape, clothing and the color you'd like, but perhaps this also applies to the output data.

I wonder 'what do you think of Tim the brainy computer?

I'll be back to my salad, and soon his friend Pangasius, I worked hard today but the head and 'light, not heavy.

After all, clouds are soft.

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Tonight, more 'than ever, I need to stop the incredible day today with a few words, do not lose it in no part of it. Just think that at some point we ended up with a feast of sausage and wine.

But let's start at dawn.

Alberto approaches and pulls down 'the window. He has a damn red eye.

"He's fucking Ambrosia .... "

" Fuck that shit, and what an eye you have. "

" Oh, but what we do, we feel the same Campelli? "

" Yes, come on, who the fuck cares there, at the limit you turn around and throw three taken to the bunker. "

" Bella, jumps up. "

's amazing how the combination of enthusiasm to chase away the clouds and rain drops falling on the windshield this morning.

sky gray, but spirits loads.

After a few km to the turn.

" Alberto Look, there should climb up there ', let Scarenna, that if it rains we are now in the car. "

" Dai, right, won, so 'try Pacet .... you know, this week I practiced EVERY DAY and I felt really good. "

Well, you know that when Alberto us in with the training, I am really scared. Damned But five days later he had never made. We get to

Canzo and frankly I enjoy it. I enjoy the social life, sitting at the bar while I drink the hood and read the newspaper. You must know that they are 8:30 and we did not hurry, and the cliff 'around the corner. And fuck those who say that and 'greasy.

At some point I stop to enjoy it 'cause the raindrops wet the newspaper, which returns to the bar. Come on.

Scarenna. After the worldliness', the buzz begins ....

know two likeable characters. Good company. I'm a 6b + and the rain increased. Shit. I take everything possible to prevent recovery of wet gear.

But if you remember well, the enthusiasm drives the rain, and so 'and'. Albert on the part soon .... Pacet with excuses that do not hold, such as "But, I try only the first few meters, then go down ....". In truth 'and' infoiati as ever, and I am very happy. Get to the key, it hangs a bit, then he does so with a margin SCARY. Dick, 'in great shape, and' a monster. I can see really well at the next round.

Meanwhile, the debate continues with two arguments for ominous, such accidents in the mountains, and streets without protection. What the fuck, you can not 'speak for once more? And meanwhile Ravano miserably on the freezer, now I'm not with my head, but given the situation, why the great Albert, which after a bit 'part for the second round.

You have no idea.

A robot, a watch, a being who walks impassively at each step. Get to the boulder, the boulder is, returns, passes, the plate grinds up the chain and then .... the chain opens its first eighth. And screams.

We are astonished by his ascension. He also kind enough to ask me if I want to try.

"But goes, you're out, take away everything that we're going to celebrate! "

The declining.

You see, it means so much to climb together. It 'an act of trust, complicity,' tuning. And I can not wait to watch it that Albert hits the ground and let him compliments. To embrace him.

touches the ground. We embrace. There 's not much to say, look at him and smile. This, and 'life.

I have a little bit red-eye, but not 'ragweed.

hug him again two more times, they are almost more 'happy to him ....

course, part of the delirium.

Via the ropes in the car to a new falesietta that seems pretty good, quick inspection, another gift of the day, says Albert. Then shipped off to the festival of sausage and wine that we were going up. While we wait for our turn in the middle of a million Christians, we play a single arm on the carousel of children, the euphoria and 'high, and do not tell you when it arrives polenta and vanilla (the sausage, it seems) and lentils. What a buzz!

" Hey, if you say we go find the boys to Valbrona? "

"Ok Alberto, would be perfect. "

And so 'we find ourselves in all Valbrona, rope them and us drink half a bottle of red. Of course, the temptation and 'strong, and after passing a bit' the hangover I decided to climb.

Alberto says hello, come home. I greet him, there 'more to say, before a dream come true .... well, there would be one thing: in May, his first 7b +, 7c in June, his first, now its first eighth. end of the year .. I'm scared to think about it! The day

continues, Aldo has brought some beers for his project released 8c +, while another boy is celebrating its first 6b.

guys, but damn good day. I feel bursting with all this life!

I try something again, including a monster 8a +. I am a bit 'tired, but I do not give much of a girlfriend'. The Company and 'exquisite, and I, intoxicated by life.

What buzz!

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Finally a bit 'of good rain. In this country the climate is poor, and perhaps only time can claim the lack of a clear sky. A struggle between the sky and the earth, the only weapon allowed: the rain. I imagine a war of water bombs. Water balloon launched from aircraft and all the children to come out with laughter friends hit by waves. Instead, while it rains here more or less polluted water, rain down bombs elsewhere. The real ones. Bad ones. I wish everyone could hear the echo. In reality no one should escape from the massacre. Everyone should at least acknowledge the sound, to realize that in every war we are all involved. The borders of countries are related as much as the time. As there is neither past nor future, there are no boundaries between nations. As the temporal coordinates exist only because the fruit of our mind and thus do not have evidence materials, so the spatial coordinates are indicative only, without any real sense, excluding the bureaucratic. We are citizens of the world before they are citizens of our country. Ergo, whatever happens inside the globe, we are all somehow responsible. One large community that lives to pursue a common goal. Now the point is perhaps not clear to everyone what is really this common goal. If after all there really was a whole or a joke.
And maybe the answer is in Article 22 of the Declaration of Human Rights. Maybe once everything turns around for the respect and cooperation for the preservation of progress and freedom. Perhaps Once this common goal is always her: freedom in all its meanings.
But then, if the common goal is freedom, if we are all citizens of one world, if there are no boundaries, if we are all in the same community, because we do unnecessary harm with bombs?
How can man be so stupid and not have the perfection of his reasoning ability?

Article 22 Everyone, as a member of society has the right to social security and to the realization, through national effort and international cooperation and in accordance with the organization and resources of each State, of economic, social and cultural rights indispensable for his dignity and the free development of his personality.

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Poor Farinata

Q: "I can not, I delete it otherwise I laugh every time I see him."

M: "Well you could make a comic divine comedy."

D: "Oh, yes, if and then 'all designed so poor'....' Dore '!"

Above Marta poor and that 'due to put up, in addition to my unstoppable torrent of words, even the ugliness that now they returned' public to be more insulted.

Here:

is the "Farinata Uberti" in the tenth canto of Hell, a depiction of the Rota ...

... no really you can not 'see! Look closely the arches that look like flowerpots (tnx to Marta, do not missed anything, eh?), The cloud of "Oh poison that the city 'of fire PARTICULAR BUT ....", you see that kind of syringe slipped sideways into the ark? Here, that's 'Cavalcanti Cavalcante, clearly more' little of the immense figure of Farinata.

All this and 'horrible.

I go to bed.

sucks.

But basically a lot of fun.

Night Marta, fixed the evening with these two lines, I've said too many series at once.

Thanks.

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The price of freedom. The red sofa

Freedom has a price and this is nothing but a discovery of long standing. All
desperately freedom, all the lust, all live with the knowledge of being a slave to very specific rules and patterns that have been imposed by birth, but few have the absolute certainty of what the ideal of freedom and if you really be prosecuted in a time like ours.
Rousseau argued that man was the only free in their natural state. Many believe the same thing today, giving up the fight to win. But I
I beg to differ and say that freedom exists when we are convinced to have them. I believe that freedom is not reached with the body, but only with the mind. It is truly free when you clear your mind of prejudice, and archaic patterns of all kinds.
But, before I find the news you hear every day, I wonder why freedom must have a price? Why pay with their blood an ideal so pure?
(I yet found an answer.)

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" The democratic postulate is that the media are independent and have the task of discovering and reporting the truth, not to present the world as the powerful wish to be perceived. "

(Noam Chomsky)

It is said that today's television is no longer what it once was, who served for 60 years and today serves to educate think of everything that does not mean the real world. Let's just say that TV today is not to think.
But whose fault is it?
Mediaset transmitted to Dallas for the first time uncensored and provoking a challenge to the last show with the most audience with Rai?
introduction of the sofas in the sets of programs that inevitably the sense of "family" and "welcome"?
But what is more absurd is to believe, how did the Italian people remain impassive before the propionate of so much junk?
Why all this really is absurd. Perhaps it is the general apathy that has involved all the post-sixty-eight generations, which makes it immune from any attack that should be made aware of?
It is clear that a series of rhetorical questions do not resolve the issue that is so large that it deserves perhaps more than one page of a blog. But often it also avoids talking about it, addicted to indignation.
In speeches to the ideals of our millennium sometimes speak of the coming revolution will happen with the help of the Internet, because sooner or later, it hopes, people will rebel. But, putting aside the boundless love I have for romance and human relationships vis-à-vis , how could subvert a system using the tools that most are controlled without first having a full consciousness of what is being done?
need to think back, back, or at least re-create the culture that made the wise men of the past. A new generation of enlightened would not be a bad idea for the near future. Loose Cannons to become thinking people.
The key word is action on the ground. From its nucleus, from their society, to spread culture and free thought. Educating : drive growth in intellectual and moral.
keep our feet firmly rooted to the ground and his head turned to the sky, never stop dreaming. The conditions just for starters.

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letter without a name.

listened incessantly discs Lucio Battisti. So what? Maybe that's why I blame them? I was not musically involved?
I loved the Beatles for the first time. I could not listen to John Lennon's solo. And then? For this I was not pacifist?
I have never read the manifesto, nor one of the books of Marx. To this I could not cherish the ideal of the revolution?
I've never been a member of a party, so I was not a worthy companion?
I lost in the maze of my life, I spent days locked up at home writing about mental journeys, so I was incapable of living?
So you tell me why. Why have I been shot with lead? Why have I been killed by a "fellow fight" my friend? I was not perhaps quite as revolutionary exposed? So what? I had to be executed for my broker and do too democratic? I had to stop because I was a live person who slowed the pace of society and not bring any kind of immediate change?

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Images of broken light which dance /
front of me like a million Eye /
call me for the universe /
thoughts wander like a restless wind / Inside a
mailbox /
They tumble blindly as they /
their way to the ' universe. /

Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world.

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Ok, get the mail, I start ... and here she is sticking with its wings awkward ... but this time did not collapse. It 's you, the flying ants, he must have heard the call of the words ... but what the hell,' a spell?

...

forgot, hail hurts the skin, and fortunately the red helmet protects me the empty skull.

I think the hail it hurts a lot on an empty skull, and above all makes a lot of noise.

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she still on the threshold of the forest

... or on the threshold of a new world?


I had never seen a white forest.

White hail.

The white path, in a million shot, the undergrowth and mud flows by gravity to follow 'the slope of the path. And in between, a quadriceps furious, I. And my bike, my new gem.

Hail hurts, and the sound of thunder and 'giant. Sketch faster, 'I can, not' good to be among the trees in the furious storm. And the angry and 'really, but fortunately the path of return 'almost all downhill, and my screams of excitement is lost, pitted grains of white ice and cold drops of rain.

I wanted to be cool today, and I would say that there is no 'bad.

I completely washed, riding a mountain bike, darting into the woods, mountains, amid the flood. Wet your ass up, now they are in the water. Still

words, speak and cry alone, and I appeal to you, who knows 'why'? Maybe 'cause I'm in the water, really. I'm in the brown river that is now 'became what was recently a path.

What a life!

...

That coolness and 'did not last long, now I hit the keys, the curtain behind me inflates and deflates as if breathing.

How the hell do you read and reread the last e-mail received, and acting, with an ant wheel that crashes on the desktop and can not get back straight? You break the concentration, of course! But it makes you smile, and 'too stupid!

feel drops out in the yard, perhaps refreshing rain manna ... that would be in this sultry night.
Ok, the ant there 'more', continue reading: it takes concentration to play, especially to recite a text so '.

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Light

What makes a dream so very different from Any other dream?

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June 21, 2009, the summer solstice: the day of light.

collect and reorder the images yesterday. Actually there is' little to say.

I press the button of ' [Fast Forward] , hoping not to be too wordy today.

sleepy eyes in the morning - Study on the PC - is part 12:30 - Maddalena - Father jerk who does not want to close the door - Trail - Fresco - Steel going 6c - 6c is a bit 'better - First ride on excellent shooting sensations - Second round remit the couples who took away a man (cazz!!) - A little 'voltage before the third round - still live - still live - Simone I look in my eyes - I'm leaving.

[play]

I knew I had a good chance, and in fact the first section goes away very well, the pass key hole back, notch away and cursed (more 'but damn' that far) and I put my foot solver on the support throwing the platter.

For the first time in my life, I'll take it.

sghisare How long I've been to, I do not know, I think maybe more 'than 10 minutes, between the rest below and one above. But now they are still below the Basell.

[Fast Forward]

look after the taking - Tension rising - I look after the taking - Rest again - I can not go wrong - I'll go 'left - "Lorenzo birth for the second section - part.

[play]

Arrival at the second break, and I pass all my life. The energy slowly returned, and a thought comes from the immense plain behind me ....

My whole life is focused at this time, all the times I've dreamed of this moment and I saw him pulverize .... I can not afford to make mistakes. Now I have to do it.

I leave for the last section, heart in throat, squeeze too much, maybe, and I took a few steel.

Fuck.

Allungone and good holds, fuck, are inflated. I look at the shoulder, the load, bad feelings. I lift my foot, now at the mercy of lactic acid. I can not aim it, then I can, I reached for the last but one outlet, a notch shit. I watch and chain 'in front of me and I think I do not want to take, rather than flew down' now, at 20 cm from the dream. I reach and I'm falling, but the hand stops at the notch, not fall.

hear Simon's voice from below, this encouragement I need, darn!

I take the rag over the chain, the hands are opening.

tremble.

not fall.

System foot.

I understand and 'make it. Reference

with his right hand the chain of my first eighth.



And scream.



[stop]



June 21, 2009, the summer solstice: a new season.



[special features]


the [SMS]
I get the sms Alberto, who today ended Focus, her first 7c. Under the grotto of Mary Magdalene we talk on the phone, so we are both 'exalted ...." Now I am happy twice, Alberto. It gives me even more' taste it today, first day of summer. "

[the cry]
Huge, still echoes in the limestone of the Magdalene. Do not stay 'here to look up words that I find, to tell you what it was that cry, I'll have' the pleasure to tell you in person, ask me.

[the speech]
"by Dario Well, now the speech. DI-DI-SCOR SCOR-SO SO-DI-DI-SCOR SCOR-SO-SO!"

I, a bit 'embarrassed, "Well, you also know how long I was dreaming all this .... but' I dreamed to do with you, and you were there today, and this gave an even more ' great at everything '. "

[dedicated to]
Fabio, Simone, Laura, Anna, Luke, Lorenzo and Alberto (they, the real bonus content).

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Beast against Beast

I want to stay forever in one place
To listen to the sound of your talk
And watch the surprise launch, grace, flight
Implicit to simply walk into your ...

suddenly pricked up his ears, I stop, still, and listen: and 'your voice.

comes from the door closed on me, in quest'antro white. The out there you are.

I get up, I get closer to the handle, touch it, I know you do not open ', and the rest listened.

and remain silent to the sound of your voice or speak
talk talk, talk to him
Forgetting the time too fast or hide
two nonsense that I am moved ...

your voice.

devours it, and rest stop, a thief, as if stealing them, your voice.

E 'high, clear, modulated with joy and enthusiasm and life. Listen, I do not understand everything, but I try, maybe you're talking about me.

And I, therefore, even more 'guilty, possessed by the demon of a reason that wants to stop the damn love. Beast against Beast.

I feel the madness of the moment.

not open '.

Just 'maybe this miserable stealing, to get rid of you?

I would sing the song of your hands you an eternal
Play That Game forbidden
today remains today or tomorrow, no tomorrow
could stretch to infinity.

[excerpts from "I", F. Guccini]

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The circle of insatiable

And after the sin, loud music ... to cover their emanations?

We can be heroes, just for one day

The characters in this story are many:

Alberto , my friend recovered and is now very good friend of the cliff, climbing, of obsession of fanaticism.

Francis, his son 7 years old, a budding entomologist.

Valentina, the wife of Albert, slender and gentle and cordial woman.

The word 'Entomologist' , which Francis explained to me the meaning .

I just want you to know who I am

The wall of Campelli , strange place not exactly easy to climb.

Focus , 7c, fingers fingers fingers!

Still I can not escape the ghost of you

I , invaded by a profound peace 'and relaxation but also a bit of persistent and insatiable desire to print shots.

Fireflies in the fields of Pasturo.

Angelica , amberjack and sly lady, who never responds to my text messages, but now they are also trained in this.

holes of heart-shaped wooden shutters of the house of Alberto.

The Skifidol , an army of skifiltosi beings 24 hours a day immersed in colored gelatin. The heavenly

meadow at the foot of the house of Alberto, Pasturo.

sleep that night in the mountains and 'so' fresh and deep.

The dream where I tried in vain to make two pizzas the first day of work at a pizzeria.

My fingers that open spit and kept me on the fourth to bring home the aforementioned 7c nice day.

Dante's verses that blend with the crap that I Alberto we say so ', for free, without effort.

...

You can tell that this cast can not 'that he had been a weekend ... you know ... beautiful and so 'unexpected that i enjoyed more Anchor'.

Saturday climb the cliff with Alberto Campelli. 6b, 6b, then straight on a 7c we addocchiato. Focus. First we turn the individual does not seem hard. Shot slightly overhanging with 6 key movements on small stuff. Then a little 'self-control until the chain.

Second round, Alberto falls. I fall. The arms are not responding.

Third round, Alberto falls, I fall. The arms respond more 'but not enough.

fourth round, Alberto falls, I fall. More 'determination that he was able to' fatigue.

On the path of return:

Q: "Day spectacular but fuck, I wanted to quit shooting. 7c in the day, it was not bad. It 's amazing, is insatiable, cock. Last Saturday, Chimera Red, Thursday' dead cat, and not enough for me, are greedy. It will end 'in the circle of insatiable, I'm sure. That' s what the place for me. "

A: "But in fact, what you complain, you also can go in your ass week, lucky you!"

Q: "And whatever you do you do that shot and you take home your first 7c, which show. We come here until 'does not print the damn!"

A: "And that is' next Tuesday."

D: "Right."

...

the evening Alberto I am staying at his home in Pasturo, two steps from the cliff. Francis' wild and pretend that I ISSI to capture the ant queen. Valentina Francis says instead the meaning of 'gray matter' and eat unleavened bread. I think the distance of the shot and eat pizzoccheri.

Francis then shows us her Skifidol, slimy creatures plastic causing disgust of most human beings. We played, and we with him.

comes the dark, cleared the big table, let's jump to the party of the country, back home. It 's night, and in the meadows, ladies and gentlemen, the fireflies. Looking at them now I remember jets of embers flying off the heat and turn off the air. But these wonders of the Fireflies, glow, go out, then shine, then go off. I have no words!

... see fireflies in June 'to La Vallee, perhaps cola' where is' ara

harvest and cool nights, light to our feet and the stars above us.

And in all this boundless light, where each distance is lost, looking
that enormous silence, the man is lost.

are in bed, dead tired, tired tired of beautiful, full, satisfying. Turn off the light, passing a car in the street below and the headlights projecting movements in the shape of the holes made in the heart, that moves and tilts and twists with the movement of the machine.

Party does not claim that a text message to be returned. I am still a little bit sitting on the bed, then m'infilo to bed. Despite my inability to 'night to make two pizzas, the dream fades away and after 9 hours of sleep Misenta really well.

Breakfast, giocone Skifidol with a pitch for dummies, I greet Alberto, Valentina, Frank and I go home.

That put me in the meadow body calm ', precious peace'.

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front of the PC, I want you to write a few lines. I just finished celebrating with an inevitable kebab, accompanied by her grandmother Elvira who keeps repeating " de S'em ago '? Nothing! .

Today I closed Chimera Red, 7b, in Menaggio. Last year, three laps, but I found him a bastard. Today, lap, lap after I did. Slightly different method, microtacche that hurt, but are slightly lighter, and microtacche it travels well. Good

Alberto was down 'form now, while Lorenzo has had confirmation of his state of training with a good ride on the Red Chimera: I believe that the close' shortly.

Cristina and Elena, Piedmont, met today in the crowd who lived in the cliffs (including a grotesque maneuvers during mountain climbing and material evidence ....), have embroidered the day with their pleasant presence, and the chatter on Italian literature and the Divine Comedy, Divine.

And the 'MA' Where '? But it must necessarily be an 'MA'? I do not know, but the 'MA' and now 'the mystery of the' Red Bull Cola 'disappearance. The load in the backpack in the morning, ready to be drunk before the shot. You know, Red Bull Cola is not 'like the classic Red Bull, I mean "is not' normal chemical such as Red Bull." Once at the cliff and the Red Bull 'disappearance .... mah .... alberto has one, but swears that I did not have rabies, and I believe him. At the car park there, 'and I do not' fall ... mystery.

It goes well, Red Bull or not, shoot, and 'gone, I'm happy. When you close the shots, even the four camper on the road along the lake you bother (to Lorenzo, but'!!). Even today, in return, I felt good, peaceful, almost real.

It 's so, when I close a shot.

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him: " Well, you can attend, even outside of this situation .... so 'to understand what kind of bath you are. "

you: no answer ....

him: "I understand , and 'a temporary situation and I'm fine with that,' no involvement excessive. OK, do not insist "

Cosi 'and was told last week as I turn to my bath, after a romantic and relaxing hot bath ...

After returning from Val Masino, after trying" Sega Lombarda ".

Alberto now had with him his legendary brush to clean the sockets with the flexible head ... but that 'should not be taken on at all well. Dubbed' Testamolle ', is now the catchphrase of the latest entries climbing.

Luckily I always bring back 'Testadura', the inseparable toothbrush that was part of the package Melloblocco race last year.

The problem of catchy and 'that then you stick a lot more 'of their simple and frivolous nature. And so today ', to be honest, me and Alberto were decidedly of testamolle, both physically and ... head.

Testadura and Testamolle.

After a first round in which, by degrees, I think I get flash very high, we hang soooooo first of our expectations. We arrive at the chain without understanding the shot. The second and more 'generous around reveals in all its clarity the movements of this famous shot short and very strange. Cracks little sharp and oblique. Beautiful movements and spectacular initial tallonaggio.

We do a few laps, always more 'galvanized, but the shot does not give up, and toward evening we reached Lorenzo and Marco, who try shooting with us. Lorenzo has just closed Figonfia, technical 7c. They are very good, and we salute the late, sure will have no problem to close 'Sega Lombarda'.

Lorenzo in action

Marco in action

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" Madonna Oh, look at that angel-haired blacks ... on the rock, her hair flying in the sunshine ... I do not feel good ... let me sit "

Cosi 'and was told yesterday , acceptance of the stone pratone Remenno, addressed to Alberto, making him sign to look up a stone nearby, where he was standing in this angelic girl. I do not remember what Albert said, was in obvious confusion. Fortunately, the Fumasoni which has the thought to slip a bit 'lucid' in my mind.

" Today I feel good today testadura, you'll see that the shot the company store," I say to Albert.

"I feel good Anchia " I answered him.

" And you can see, you did not even pass the heel ," I say.

And so ', after heating in the company of creatures which looked wonderful, we move the rock with a diagonal shot from features, Sega Lombarda.

Today we are many: I, Alberto, Luca, Simone, Fabio, Laura, Stephen and Mark (among other things I discover in time, before hitting a sensational figure of shit, the angel hair and blacks' the girl of a friend of Stefano ...).

Types tough ...

the rock we find Lorenzo, who won in a flash shooting, saw that last week I had not 'rejected. Marco, however does not prove it 'today, the draft technical 7c waiting for him.

part I, first round, a little 'cold, hang me but I feel good. Alberto comes close on the first lap top.

"Excellent Alberto, I have known quite well, now you do, do it . In fact, Alberto

the press after the turn. We have all seen an absurd moment: the last step in the right hand side of Albert, remains on with one hand, a few long seconds of silence ... Alberto is up, not fall! It 's his first 7b +: Tonight we drink! The good Darius instead manifests the phenomenon of the hand opens. And so ' fall several times last step, the left hand is opened for real, nothing can 'the whole cerebral cortex with the imperative order " IS CLOSED! .

Alberto squeezes the first notches

Meanwhile, the two androids, Fabio and Simone, show us how to get flash Sega Lombarda ... really statuary !

What do you think, Mark?

evening arrives but does not yet feel tired, and while all others go to prove the 8th of White Zanca, good Luke makes me safe while I leave for another round. I feel good despite several attempts, but this time I decided to make a deferred instead of Left-Right and left hand scroll as much 'as possible while shooting. Arrival at the fateful grip, rest a moment, taking the damn extension, postponement, this time from the bark of the imperative is fertile ground, get up and lunge at your feet good holds below the chain ... as if it was the most 'natural the world, as if the shot more 'easy ever tried!

step indicted

Luca rewards me with a dripping pan, a kind of drug sugary ... but greed is not subsiding, and I need to prove myself Zanca White, with eternal hard work and very little results, but chissenefotte are serene and satisfied, and beer (a lot of alcohol!) offered by the house of Alberto guides opens up my enthusiasm never tired, while the bark is resting and looks sleepy ... and 'the time of the emotion.

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Applies to all those who live in times like these, but not up to them to decide, we can only decide what to do with the time it is granted.

Gandalf to Frodo from "Lord of the Rings - The Fellowship of the Ring"

Let's take a step back about two weeks. They were exciting, the last two weeks.

Sunday, with the boys to the cube, Val d'Aosta. The wall more 'horny I know. Provo 7b, the eighth try, but I'm not hung up in Albert gives us the day of the Guru, 7b. A nice surprise. And Albert 'in straforma. As each day with the boys, there 'concentration, there is' action, there are laughs, there' humor and especially Simone and Fabio held like crazy. On Tuesday

'following a Scarenna with Claudio, morning ride. Roberto, a super local, passing by that morning and I recommend Freezer, 7th. I try. The close second around. Then I try leadership, 7a +, I do two laps but did not close, and in truth 'I do not understand the initial step. Very nice, and more 'understandable, the final step. Claudio is unleashed on crackers, a beautiful and selective 6b +. "I say close it," I make him. He said, "Well, I do not know, I still have some around us, then I'll try 'to be first." Strange and different approaches to climbing. Claudio and 'mountaineer, climber I sports (and not' social ', do not offend!) And we see the same shot with his eyes, and methods, different. I continue to encourage him, one day I will try 'to be first and will do'. Sara 's a nice gift for him, and even for those cheering him on from below.

Friday ', on proposal of the evening flash first from James, we are still Scarenna. I promised him a good shot. "You want a piece of my kinder egg?" I ask. "A bit, thank you," he says. After that 'he warms up crackers, and half my kinder egg lying in the sun .... it will melt' or not? Come on, for 5 minutes no. "Hey, your egg and 'half melted!" James yells at me. "Oh shit, it 's true, I did not." "But are you?" He says "a kinder egg in the sun and the claim that had not melted ??!!". To refer back to this half tragedy, half ingurgito 'and that' half-melted (pun, sorry to Bilbo Baggins), but above all open, in front of our amazed eyes, the surprise dell'ovetto. First of all: but you knew that Kinder has changed the legendary yellow envelope holder surprise? It 's a bit more' hi-tech, but the real breakthrough is that once opened, the two halves' are welded. With a grain of melancholy to the good old days of childhood when the egg kinder, and his surprise door-yellow, enclosed in the hope of who knows' what gift to assemble, and to forget, I put the couple up Freezer. I promised him a good shot. I print the first lap of the day, Leadership, with some surprise, with a good satisfaction. This unexpected surprise. The first single is now and the top goes off smoothly. James Freezer proof, he likes a lot, and this' the important thing.

After a Saturday home (finally I've got two desks for my studies, so 'prevent' to become a hunchback on the couch while I write a computer), Sunday and 'the turn of Scarenna with Luke, who is proof Fire Blaster, 8a +. Holy shit that shot. I feel that stress, 7b +, finding it hard. Provo Spermaflex then, finding it even more 'hard. Shit is a mozzarella, not a sport. Anyways, 'while Mark, a guy who is with us for the first time, shows us his determination on Crackers. Bravo Marco! Luke's new girlfriend, also a rock climbing for the first time with us, try the famous Visitors 2 or 1, never remember. Excellent Sara! Finally repeated on two Freezer, now I know it perfectly, but each time it gives me its beautiful movements, as passionate a lover who gives you her body, her skin, its forms.

Monday 'Easter Monday are still Scarenna, this time with Claudia. Provo Biancaluna. You can 'fall in love with a hit? Here, I'm in love with Biancaluna. What a shot, guys, stapled and notches in a sheer, with two hook. But where the hell I find it a shot with two hook. Major and then 'the surprise of this line because I had not been recommended. "That if you do step in and tallonaggio 'more' hard ', she said a local known the same day. "Well, but to me is just so '" I say. But inside I'm sure I would try it anyway with the heel, so it makes aesthetic almost sensual. Think: tallonaggio and cross .... and orgasm! Meanwhile, Claudio and 'super-fit and closes according to the now famous Crackers. "Next time I try to be first," he assures me. "Ok, I can not wait," I reply. Tuesday

you do, refuse the invitation of Alberto to the wall yellow? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! So here we are 15 meters in front of the wall. How many weekend I've got done in recent years. And Albert 'in great form, and having warmed up for mitosis, and top-down 6c, 7a, try Time Out, 7b + beautiful and hard. I also tried it, of course, understanding the steps and potted plants automatically. I am a bit 'tired, but' three consecutive days of climbing I was tired, but I'm glad to see that Alberto nearly the press .... indeed ..... I think if we felt coming out of that damn cane. So much that gift, then offered a drink for a month, Alberto. Sara 'for the next round, ARRT great!

Surprises, shells that open and reveal day, one after another, out of conventional patterns and shapes. Days like kinder eggs, sweets and soft, so 'so that melt in the warm spring sun. The gift most 'valuable, but', and 'definitely time, time to enjoy some moments of real rock, the cliff of nature.

kinder-Days, which give life. I have in hand a lot, it would seem, at this time.

I continue to open them, you say?

I continue to dismiss.