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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.