Sunday, October 25, 2009

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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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blacks beautiful eyes beautiful blue eyes
but his legs but his legs
I like more '
saran
beautiful blue eyes and noses a bit' upward '
but his legs but his legs are fine
even more' hands
two delicious
you will caress
but two legs a bit 'nervous
will make you fall in love with beautiful eyes blacks
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beautiful blue eyes but his legs but his legs are fine
even more'
when a flapper from the nose
seducer
you will look 'will speak'
your sharp eye
bully inquisitive
what makes the wrap 'beautiful eyes blacks
saran saran

beautiful blue eyes but his legs but his legs
I like more'
saran
beautiful blue eyes and noses a bit 'upward'
but his legs but his legs are fine
even more 'delicious

two hands will caress you
but two legs a bit' nervous
will make you fall in love
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beautiful blue eyes but his legs but his legs are fine
even more '

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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Worker USA, 1936

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Mount And Blade Has Stopped Working Error

ck

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

Crazy - Seal


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.



Saturday, October 10, 2009

How Much Postage To Mail A Thank You Note

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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Saturday, October 3, 2009

Armour Thyroid Conversion

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.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Brazilian Waxing Hair Length

Issimo


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!