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Today I have done a good deed. Yes, I! So I feel entitled to behave badly for the rest of the day. Back from my iron therapy (seems out of this world, but it's easy to iron therapy, in my case intravenous) I found an old man who tried to sign up for spelling the word Radiology. What tenderness! Ignoring the little devil in my head that I suggested (and later I would have said "good reason") to turn a blind eye because some other good Samaritan would have offered, I'm back on my feet and I asked her if she needed. Yes, like most of the old guys took it away. This morning got up early and went outside to get some 'wood for the water heater. Because it has a kitchen with a wood heater that works. In the wood as he took a chip's index is stuck and although he used some tricks to get it out the naughty refused. So, as gradually he felt his arm paralyzed, his son told him to go to hospital. And there has dropped. Alone. So I went down the hall, then the elevator (I hate elevator), -2 to department. I wanted to make sure that someone would take care of him, but I thought only the stairs and I was not good enough to go back. We say that good deed I have done only half. Better than nothing right? And since I like the law of tit for tat I would expect an immediate reward. What is, otherwise, do good deeds?
Now I just have to make that final effort and then will come the weekend. Nothing is sweeter than the day before a holiday. Full of expectation and all the possibilities ahead. Before me, this weekend, I have a set of nano teapots, poppies, micro kittens and crutches pseudo tutu. I'll do all this stuff? I can give them a decent role? Or end up in the maw of the fireplace? Tonight will read the sentence. I judge and I executioner. Meanwhile
chasing a dream. Another.

The more I close my eyes, then we see better, because
all day watching things unworthy of notice;
but when I sleep .....

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Anonymous II - the anonymous coward

Post by Anonymous:
Dearest, I am not a coward ... I used your same method. I think that your blog does not write .... ( here and put my name anonymous ).
'm still happy to have provoked your response ... I felt more aggressive and less whining in the answer.
I can not deny that often share your thoughts, especially when you write about injustice, colleagues and characters in your città.Ma remains that do not like you, and you know why? Why spit judgments on everyone and everything with such malice. Even on those who do not deserve it, like your family and your land. Remember that you are part of you, you are their daughter and you're not different.

Bravo! You know who I am, but I do not know. Not at all. And I'm curious to know who you are. The post is not the public, the report here. I decided to censor only one thing: my last name, because in this blog I am Lighea. In real life I have certainly a name and a surname that accompany me for a while '. I do not see, then, why should I sign them with the last name and not my name. We're not in school? We must make the call? Or is your one way, and here we go again, to despise, to distance themselves from what they are and what I write? Nothing, for whatever reason.
I do not like me. Perfectly free to think and write. See? I have not censored. I do not mind please. Quoting a song by Gucci: Sorry it's my pleasure. I love being hated. At this point, if we take literally the phrase, I have achieved my purpose. I managed not to like. I should be happy. But as obvious contentment a chronic pessimist like me? Who knows! Write to spit
judgments. But first, I rinse your mouth well. I write what I feel and what I think. If you write "my" truth is a sin I do not know what to tell you. In everyday life, I say what I think trying to be as diplomatic as possible. For this I have a blog: I write what I think and feel without being so much to think about the log to hold. And 'my vent and when one takes out diplomacy does not exist. But do you ever get angry?
condemn me because I speak ill of my parents and my land. Oh God! The family is a thorny issue where the saying, you have to wash the dirty clothes. You have no arguments to judge what I write to my parents because it was not you to be grown from them. I do not hate them or despise them, but I have evidence to assess them and are free to assign ratings that sometimes (I say sometimes) go under the sufficiency. The family is untouchable, is sacred! This says a priest or babbione. The family is composed of people and people make mistakes. Ever read "Letter to His Father," Kafka's "Sons and Lovers" by Lawrence?

And now is the turn of my city, my native land. I do not believe in this bond. The character, experiences, passions, bind us to certain places and there is our land. Mine is not one in which I live. I'm just a number and my absence or my presence here is more than marginal. This parochialism by Paper Heart do not understand it. I like the color of the sky before the storm, I love the rain and cold. Have you ever seen what are beautiful cliffs of Dover? I've been there I left a piece of heart. The other I left in the English countryside. After years and years to feel a stranger in my house I could find my place in the world. A place that fits me perfectly. Have you ever worn this coat in which you do not feel at ease? Too tight or too loose or pull on one side or pinch the fabric? Did you ever take off these clothes and wear something comfortable that we have peace with the world? Well: the suit uncomfortable is the city where I live, the other is the place where I felt truly at home. I will then free to fill the wardrobe of clothes in my life I want?

... You wrote dearest, but, as you see, I have not taken up the challenge!

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cumulonimbus Today I head has widened. And 'huge, overflowing. I'm upset, they made me angry. Dear Anonymous
is easy to spit out judgments. I know because I've done well. Read four lines, some delusions of the human soul and in a second I think I understand everything, but you did not understand anything. It 's still easier to judge if you are hiding behind anonymity, a symptom of cowardice. I accept the opinions of others, but must have a face, a name behind it, even if unknown. In this case you can insult me, criticize, ridicule. Not
call me "dear." Dear anyone who is around us and we care. It is enough. Its use in other contexts do not like. And then, there is a clarification because I have to say nothing, I am envious. I hate the feeling envious at least as much appeal as "dear." Frustrated yes, even then. But I do not think there's anything wrong with that.
What does it mean frustrated? Open a dictionary. "Psychological state of defeat and disappointment that occurs in those who are confronted with insurmountable difficulties judged."
I do not think that the definition is so correct. Judge surmountable ... it means that the situations are considered such, but in reality they are not. Not above. Could be, but happen to find themselves in situations that you can not manage despite our will. But I'll bet you've used the term disparagingly, or, if your intention had been different, would not have said that they are poisoned or envious. Then uses terms which do not fully know the meaning. And this is bad, especially when you go to someone writing. Every word is weighed, studied in order to avoid misunderstandings.
You give me pictures like a lost soul who walks grazing the walls, looking sinister to me who passes by, especially if more fortunate than me. Put me in a basement as well, give me hand in ingredients such as frog legs, laughing witch and I become the stepmother of Snow White. Do not make me laugh. I do not want. I examine, examine me, I study and I often critical. I know where I can get and what I know is foreclosed. Do you think I should suffer for this? It 's all more complicated, harder to understand and do not even want you to understand. These things are mine and I decide what the limits beyond which it will not discover, even in this blog. Do not make me petty
philosophy. Do not act like a garbage Coelho literature. Who strives to live positive thinking is not stupid, it's just silly. I also dream, often with open eyes, but I know what is the reality. If we were not able to separate what is real from what we want yet children are the principles that one day, other astronauts, and some superheroes.
I would understand, then, as it attracts this negativity! Gufando? I'm not superstitious. Or as a dowser, stick in hand, I'm going to look for the misfortunes? It 's all very ridiculous. There is no basis for comparison, but then who suffer from hunger, war, violence? It 's all people who do not think positive? It draws upon the misfortunes?
Watching people live and feel disheartened to hear your life going on tracks dead does not mean being envious of others' lives. Leopards living reflection of and wrote beautiful pages. And how do you live? You're always optimistic, you're the one who always sees the glass half full? Have you ever felt lost? Do you have what you want? Good for you. Every morning I put on my armor and face the world, maybe the wrong way, but I do. My way. Often I lose, sometimes draw. I never won and if I sometimes envy the victories of others is not with malice. Dream for me the best things, like everyone else, as I think you do well. E 'lawful, allowed. And 'human.

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My cas (S)

I'm singing in the rain, Just singing in the rain. What a glorious Fellini ', I'm unhappy again ....
small change to the text, but minor stuff. I spent almost the whole night sleepless, I collected water in the room, I swore not succeeding in falling into vulgarity. I searched for solutions to no avail, I walked backwards all my years and at an early stage I decided to get up and picked up even more water and then went to work. Here I have to endure the crazy fellow who cries, gets angry, curses, hangs himself what belongs to others, flutters around and does nothing but say that without him things would go down the drain. Too bad, though, that when she is not there, but noticed the lack of work more and work better. Congratulations to those who have evaluated. Slept? On one of those who has always considered sleeping, my question does not make much sense. I just have to take to keep from the neck and beat my face against the wall until it disintegrates. This is what you call killer instinct? Or is the normal result of a disturbing attitude? After all the flies and mercilessly crush anybody who ever ended up in jail.
Today the sun is shining on the ruins of my mood. Bastard! I would like to shout Tatangelo. Almost, almost, that the sun would make me want it. The sun dries and warms, so does the tears I can not do particular down? All this has dried (ah ah ah that the word falls in bean) my creativity. Yesterday I turned a rocking horse in owl that I reduced to a shapeless pulp and burned in the flames of the fireplace. Mamma mia what a smell! They were horrible things, because my soul is horrible right now. Is not the way of the saints who intend to go. I do not care at all, never wanted to be a nun, a martyr, nor do I care to set a good example. Quite simply, I do not do to others what was done, I would not like me. I seem to be bound by this blessed gospel, even if I sull'agnostico (choice Paraculo) atheist going.
Soon I will go away from here and come back in my comfortable shell, that is for another home for me is defeated.

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Ah, smoke rose that was not flame be strong and serene even in the days of adversity fate

When it rains it does not rain in the wet, it rains inside my house. This is a novelty that adds to the many interventions that I should do at home and extends the end of the tunnel. Sometimes I get the feeling of driving a car and losing pieces along the way. How much longer must I have patience before you breathe a sigh of relief? Through my next piece of life: people who buy houses, new clothes, new cars. There are those who arrange their marriage, who offers trips to his girlfriend, who rent the second home, those who inherit it. All people I know well and I want someone good. It is not envy what I feel, but discouragement. "And yet it moves" ... would Galilei.
do not know if there is a scientific explanation as to why it is easy for someone and not for others. Maybe it's just case studies or Fate really exists that I imagined as a child with an old coat, long hair, beard and fingers dry and long. A little 'as God knows they are not the same thing. And I do not care to hear the usual phrase of "think positive". Risk appearing foolish and I do not.
I would say, then, spiteful mannikin that can make me well down the roof on his head, flooding the house, make sure you get to the second flood. I like the rain and I will continue to hate the sun. Although these days I guess buried in the rubble, and immobilized with a huge gecko that I walk on the face. Dear spiteful little man, you can also make my life a hell, but you can not bring myself to hate the things I love since I was born.
It 's true, now I'm down in tone, but I defy anyone who is able, living a life full of contrasts, from walking and jumping, whistling the songs of The Sound of Music. But we are fools? Why pretend to be nice and perky some days I more exhausting than others. Also show the form that others expect from you, but the evening is the whole sum accumulated fatigue: one due to my problems and that due to the fiction.
If I had the opportunity to shut the door behind him and leave out the mundane problems of course I would not be here feeling sorry for himself. E 'as a child that the dark hood difficulties hung inside the house. By dint of living in the fog by force, once met the sun, this offends you eyes.
Someone to love you, say you should only expect to know that things are bound to improve, but I do not believe it. Because I'm older and these dark years will live much longer and because I did not clear the landing that he does. I do things I have to drag them behind me and I hear them on the shoulder and stomach, just like the guy with the wild boar of advertising on his stomach.
I think should give up to feel better again, for the umpteenth time. Losing again to restore peace, or try one last time effort because the thought becomes action, hoping to not end up like Giuseppe Mazzini.

to sleep Some nights I start to read, and instead
I need moments of silence.
Sometimes even with you, and you know I love you, I get angry unnecessarily
no real reason.
On the roads in the morning the traffic is too exhausting to me, I get nervous
traffic lights and the stop sign, and return in the evening with special ailments.
do not need tranquilizers or medications
it takes another life.
on couches, abandoned in a remote hand background stories
Dallas Rich and weep.
Police's third subway line that advances,
and triple parked cars in a row,
and return in the evening with boredom and fatigue.
are not the most exciting or ideologies
it takes another life.

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anger

the abyss and my perfect sense of balance. If I tilt my head just a little 'down finish. I'm a tightrope walker in my circus life, but there are no spectators, and if there are, the majority has undertaken to look elsewhere. I do not like the circus. The clowns disturbing me, I feel sorry for the animals, the circus people seem bad and dirty: too much makeup, too many sequins on costumes!
Here we go again, my colleague believes to be irresistible, with the nonchalance of someone who has experience of many years of idleness, I saddled one thing to do to you direct. It 'something that takes no more than five minutes, but because it makes me angry. Throws it there, as if she were too high to deal with trivial things. The problem is that there is even more important things. The take out of charity? To give you the ability to change phones every three months, buying designer clothes and belts? They do this because you are going around with the economy? But then it is a heroine. Save the world from crisis! Oh, you're not the only example of doing nothing. We say that the excellent competition. Some people sleep, those who play the stock market, who shall keep reading eight hours a day, online newspapers, the users of corporate resources to do their job. The usual Italy. And then we wonder why you have the pieces in the ass.
waiters are still looking for pubs in Britain? Give me room and board and also tomorrow. I carry my silly craft jobs and who knows that is not the right time. Coming back down to earth ... I have a house in disorder, hemoglobin zero, a current account that cries for help and no one hears him, his stomach on strike ... I know that under the earth has not only the roots, there are up to their ears.

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Bread Bread

If I had given up the second page to read the intention of the Prague Cemetery Umberto Eco, I would have committed an unforgivable mistake. This book is simply wonderful. Hilarious description of Jews, Germans, French and the Italians and especially that of the priests that while referring to those of the nineteenth century still resembles to contemporary. Unreal real characters in a story that flows nicely without ever boring the reader. I had at home for months, but those first two pages I had made hostile. Then, thanks to a long wait in the "waiting room", I forced my strength and now I'm overjoyed.
I was again at large in this period, but I swear he did not put his nose out of the tower. I worked hard, hopefully not in vain. I refer to the hard work done (and I'm continuing to do) to turn my idea into reality. I have a website under construction, a brochure in perpetual change, and some pieces ready in progress. I know that all of the time could be lost, but if I do now I never will. Now that people are investing in my crazy idea I can not draw back. I am, for once, the leader of the group.
Yes, I, the eternal second: the second daughter, the second grandson, the second on youth games .. and then the second (or last?) to work. What has always worked hard and in the end they have never won anything. Well I'll be a certainty, but now I think even this will serve as considering the time they run. Anyway I decided to throw myself into something more extravagant life that satisfies my talents (if I may call them that) artists that I have set aside in the name of economic security that I have achieved.
I never want to see my ideas stolen by others who came for the first time and possibility. I might refer to the tea room, the one time I wanted to achieve. Instead, it is checked as a fungus, from evening to morning, a little 'more like hippies than I want, with furniture and organization from "people on the left-half-oriental-ecologist with indie music in the background." It is not a criticism, for heaven's sake, the restaurant is cozy and the girls are nice, but my tea room, would be another matter entirely. Meanwhile I would like an Old-England style, the wood paneling on the walls, many libraries full of books to read pickled and then the splash cup-cakes filled with colorful, floor-bound lead-glass Tiffany, comfortable armchairs and lots of tea, many flavored water boiled on the stove with no steam, because it ruins the taste of tea. But I think my Cat, so I chose the name well, will never see the light!
So I diverted to something that requires an investment at no cost (it was enough to give up a pair of new boots and bought some clothes to balance), but to which I am devoting the same energy.
And so here I am, with the sword of Damocles hanging over the head, committed to driving out the bad thoughts and anxieties of the time and energy to invest even more angry against injustice, like Don Quixote.
are old enough to understand that the world will never be perfect as we imagine. Also because everyone has his own conception of "perfect". I would take a more polite society. And I refer not only to educate the obligation to respond to greetings, give way to who is behind you, respond with if we are carrying something.
I wish that you respect people whatever role they occupy in society, regardless of their appearance and their economic and social power. I like you could talk to each other without hatch inside the safe to be better, stronger, better looking, more lucky. And then I want justice, beginning with small things.
I was annoyed to make the shape of the cracked sinning just because of good manners. I want to trumpet the idiot who steals your car and then walks previously cruised with the phone in his hand. Tired of bearing the colleague who is sick after the holidays and instead always stays home to mind her own in taking on the things you should do with air as the friendly fake jewelry. Could, at least, share his own paycheck! Route of always having to say that it's okay to "Hello, how are you?". It 's time to talk to my gospel: yes, yes and no, no, will turn into bread at the bread and wine to wine. Hoping not to drink to get drunk with fury to get the bread from the gullet.

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And so the famous primary has reached the fame he deserved, that of criminal. Perhaps his story will hit both of her daughter compose a beautiful piece of blues and jazz songs instead of the horrid (which is not jazz). Yes, she has nothing to do, but if it were not for daddy's money, he could not follow lessons of jazz in America. At this time would be wasting his talent by singing in some local group. If you really had to reach a place at the top, could aspire to do the backing vocals in the group "Antonio Modica and Mohac Machine".
I could not read and understand the mischief that this person made famous because I was up sick. I'll never understand how you can get so low by the lure of money.
Maybe it's better to see the thing in a different perspective: the snip is seeing the collapse of his empire and who knows if that hateful expression pompous have it printed on his face still soggy. Doctor, now, heal thyself.

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roads that lead to dreams

I state that my intention is not comparable to the great masters of art, but if Michelangelo the mood created, it did not have to wait for the eighteen, a punch, did the shopping, tidying the house, cook dinner, did a shower and then gave free rein to the imagination! Right now I have a set of ideas that comes to mind, but I can only hope to remember all of you for tonight. In addition, I usually head into the worm that gnaws and when I feel the gnawing of the worm in the head means that something is wrong or at least is taking the wrong turn.
In times of chaos like this, among a thousand requests, annoying customers and petulant, and zero desire to do only the good sense to stop me blow it, I like to imagine myself in a huge art studio full of paints and brushes, canvases and other soiled white. Dream tables full of clay to be molded, precious stones and colored glass to be set to forge. Not having any of this the only action I can do and that comes close to what I like to do is cook a dessert.
Nothing is more delicious that the smell of cakes for the home. Cinnamon, vanilla, cocoa ... apples. And it's just nice to share with those you love what you cooked. The slice of cake on the saucer of china, forks, good service and an aromatic tea after meal. I know, I would have tea, in Italian, but I prefer to use the English term,
And all this must be tasted before the sun obliges you to stay away from home before spring arrives to disrupt the small daily habits. Should be made to enjoy the warmth of home, the flames of fire, rain, and why not, the windows steamed up.
Nothing reconciled me with the world to leave the office, wearing scarf and hat and feel the biting cold, see the clouds of smoke that form when you speak or breathe and walk slowly to the car imagining that this is not the way road that goes from office to car, but one of those paths of the English countryside, bordered by beautiful houses with slate roofs and gardens. And from my beloved bay windows can be glimpsed the hosts who drink brandy before the fireplace and talked among themselves of the new events in the county.

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The trunk in the attic

Ssh! Silence, are being creative. I had a few days of discouragement. There were no original ideas of cloning and I did not want. So, why should I repeat (and also bad) things I see around when I put my? So tonight the need to buy (I say partly because I do not have enough time to buy everything) and I will get to work.
pity that time is a tyrant and I spend the most in this square of bricks, with the desk attached to the window and back to the wall like a gecko. And wasted talking about things that do not interest me for anything less than anything you can say is the advantage. The head, however, I have imagined in my attic. That where I go in the evening when your imagination free and open wide the trunk and then we find old things and new things, those I accingerò to create. Ideas are not always beautiful, but there's nothing more humiliating to want to do and do not know what.
I do not know what is really putting his head. And maybe you better not ask me. I only infected friend who took the ball and as it is more sure of myself I think that will burn the stages.
Patience. I, after all, are those who like to stay behind the scenes. Or in the attic, among cobwebs old rocking chairs, boxes and chests overflowing with old dreams and new dreams.

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aging time in quickly

I seem to play the hangman game. Standing on the stool, the rope around his neck and a single point from play. The stool goes away if I'm wrong and I was left hanging from the tree. Another year has flown by, but is it really so significant this year old? Scan the passage of time is really necessary? Would it matter if the time spent in a single solution? You are born, grow, die. Fine.
This need to shape the time is exhausting when you're young, because time seems to pass ever and so is large because we realize that the aging time in quickly. Nothing is eternal. I am not feeling, is not life and are not situations. It would be better if I turn into a mineral. It is not forever, but live longer, without emotions or shocks that could disturb him. A little 'what I call "I stand by the window." Observe the people live, but you're taking cover behind the glass.
From behind the window you can see many things. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I have to look out the window of my office. The building opposite has been whitened, but lives in are always the same. What a bore.
I met an English girl who chose to live here. I wonder why. He had a globe of choices. Not shortage of money and opportunity. He chose this place infamous. I'd like to see the city through the eyes of this girl. I could find the gems? Or I would see as it is and it's only a matter of taste?
do not know, while I adapted to close the year too. I do not want the contrarian though, to put it as Gucci .... not bind myself to this group, black sheep die!
I close the last post of the year by not listing the good intentions for the new year that much, can not keep. Sentence of Oscar Wilde was never more true .... And I do not consider myself weak person.
Good intentions are useless attempts to interfere with scientific laws. They come from pure vanity. The result is nothing at all. Every now and give us one of those tailings and voluptuous emotions that have a certain charm on weak people. That's it. They are nothing but bad checks.

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Yes, we approach the Christmas Eve dinner. What you look at the plates decorated Christmas theme and beautiful until you leave the horrid food Squirting not ruin them.
you would like to eat Dinner with lighted candles, a background of Christmas music, Christmas trees and glittering in perfect harmony instead is a step by step of food, cries of spoiled children and older people uneducated.
Finally there are the gifts. Those who, traditionally, should appear under the tree on the morning of December 25 and, conversely, are opened punctually at eight in the evening of Dec. 24 to make the children feel good.
to my house and left alone for a child who is eight, but then you add a couple of adults who are no different. Scratch away at the event and I have panic attacks. We hope that at least this year, remember to make good wishes. But really I want so much then?
Every year I have to endure what you holds out his hand soft and sticky. What do you pop two kisses on the cheeks and a pound of saliva. What you are confusing our mind because of gallons of perfume. What makes the care of garlic. Fortunately, there is what baceresti happy not only at Christmas, but also to St. Stephen, New Year, Epiphany, and every day that God grants you, over and under the mistletoe, front, back and also inside the fireplace!
But most of all, I hate those who do not kiss your cheek direct the mouth, full of burgundy lipstick on the collar of his shirt. In this case we must be ready and drop a few inches back arching his back. It seems a complicated gymnastics, but it is not. We must, however, be fast and well coordinated movements. Otherwise you risk that the nose is smeared on the humerus, as a brooch, or even worse, in the chest, risking the effect Sacred Heart of Jesus
Luckily I grew up, because when I was a child, a relative of mine was torturing me biting my cheeks. What hurts .... And that sucks ... especially. Yuck! These are serious injuries. Mica to joke about. And they say they are unfriendly. Try to spend decades at the mercy of people like that and then I just want to see if you still want to even a small physical approach to the relationship.

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dear friend with the Porsche Cayenne

dear friend with the Porsche Cayenne, you almost mowed

this morning me and a poor boy who went to school with a huge backpack behind. You emerge from the curve in the road at full speed even bother because you have hindered the path. In fact, you did a pretty hyped with his right hand. The left hand holds the phone was busy. I guess when you get in your car and luxury are the only one you. The rest is garbage if it was not willing to tread down that may contaminate your tires racing.

It is not the first time that such behavior takes. Yes, it's always you. There are a lot like your car around and, admit it, this makes you immensely proud.

Sin makes you notice more for cafonaggine for the elegance of the vehicle. I'd like to meet you face to tell you what I think of you. Not that you care or you must import it, but it is necessary for someone to remove the veil before the eyes (in your case mortadella) that prevents you from seeing reality.

You're not the prince on a white horse. You're like those women who dress up and make-up to be grotesque. Your car is your facing him and you're really bad.

do not even know what it means to be stylish. The elegance is in the detail, subtle, but you will notice, apart. A person driving your car with elegant nonchalance. Why is not interested in showing luxury. But you will only feed the admiring glances of others, but I must say that they do not collect many. Do you think you have achieved the ultimate honor of having bought a car (which, it is a little Truzzi) and I believe in right to do what you want from a few inches more ground.

Too bad then, when you descend from the cockpit, you lose all you earned and reduce centimeters below the limit of average height. You're practically a dwarf. Today, when I saw you get out of your spaceship I stopped angry with you and I laughed. You are a pathetic little dwarf and common boy as a below-average intelligence think that the car payments that do not have. I thought you had just a hair, but sin also in height.

put aside some sgallettata worse than you, who would never have to deal with a representative of cafonaggine so sublime? You are what you drive in the summer with his arm out the window, bring the gold chain with a crucifix format fake, turn up the collar of his polo, moreover, to slip into tight jeans and wears glasses on his forehead. Your face is always tanned and you're at the bar with his legs apart, one hand on the sunny side and head back to school until the last drop of coffee.

I'll bet you've never opened a book your life. Readers not only are more learned, but learn to be comfortable with the community. You are a monkey forest in the middle of the debutantes' ball. Too bad that there are more monkeys around and less novices

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Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to everyone. Even those who would like to kick from morning to evening.

Merry Christmas to Santa Claus I've been waiting since I was a child, but he has lost the home address.

Merry Christmas to my dear colleagues especially those who have done nothing all year except for the hair curling around the right hand and index sculettare, with legs in O, for the corridor.

Merry Christmas to relatives snakes. Those who call for all the grandchildren's birthday cards, except me. Those who think that the family members are all more poor, unfortunate, underprivileged, unfortunate, bad, but smarter than me.

Merry Christmas to those who do not look at me in the face because they thought that the choice of my life were to be held with them. Of course! I will have had amnesia.

Merry Christmas to those with simple, small gestures I were closer than those who claim long-time friends. Merry Christmas

black mannikin that makes my life impossible. I wish that you still enjoy it for a long time at my expense. It will be a pest if it is better to do.

Merry Christmas to my mom stresses me with phone calls asking if I'm okay, if I eat and sleep and if I cover well before leaving. Pity not the sort has ever asked what I wanted to do with my life.

Merry Christmas Dad continues to live in his world, mistaking it for real. Maybe it's just a representative of a parallel world, parallel but just because you do not meet with the real world.

Merry Christmas to all those who sin of citizenship. After a while they will live in total anarchy and will be happy about this. Greetings!

Merry Christmas to those who wanted to but myself and one friend had an ulterior motive.

Merry Christmas to those who I wanted as a friend and I can not make me such.

Finally ... Merry Christmas to me that I had a lot of ideas in my head and now they are all rotten corpses inside a drawer. I just hope I learn to know myself well sell sooner or later. Too bad that the only time I have before me is more about what I ate.

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I reappeared

This year the Christmas spirit has taken a different turn. To begin with I bought a tree of half of what I had. I decorated with purple, as in previous years, not because it is trendy, but because I even went to the hall of my withered brain to spend money on unnecessary things purely. I have thrown at random four Christmas ornaments scattered among the hood of the kitchen and fireplace. I rolled a garland the railing of the many stairs in my house and Merry Christmas to everyone.
So, then, after days and days of waiting, everything will be resolved before a dinner full of confusion, in a lunch as usual confused and upset stomach.
Moreover, after waiting since August my week's holiday season, already on the second day I was a nice bill bronchitis. Even the little man pulling against me? It 'just a big bastard.
I explained, to no avail, my beautiful creations. They are on the shelves of a library in the center. Christmas decorations seem simple, but they are my creatures and are also for sale. It 'was my fault. I had to develop a plan for selling more organized, but I'm working hard. Revolutionizing the way I am.
But, what a great satisfaction to see their creatures on display. Most of the children.
would be a nice Christmas present if I could turn a passion into something more. Especially now that the office begin to fall heads worse than during the French Revolution.

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For all the lonely souls who glances

not become
stroking the leaf
that knows no autumn
and can not fall
(December 2010)

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Your thoughts have a dog in church all kicking

borrows from Elasti: "When you touch his hand with a viable alternative, a worm creeps into you and your world is in danger of losing its meaning and your milestones begin to waver."
Taking the heat of the work I do not notice the passing of time and I find that the lunch has already arrived. Meanwhile I suffered the usual abuse than those who think the boss (and it would be), but do the best of a bad job, or at least I try. I think real life is all that's left out there, I remain very little sin. Should I get a real life to be concentrated in only five hours a day. The rest I sleep well. To wake up rested and happy and come back in here in this zoo. In five hours, I put the fun, the duties and obligations of household, personal care and hygiene, care for people close to me, dinner, and some show on TV. My life outside work has the capacity of a washing machine filled with two pounds stuff that weighs five.
And 'interesting to see how things change in here, but it's still all the same. The parasites were those who deserve and can choose whether to run or leave paw. I chose the second solution. Maybe it's just because of my name and my mediocre nature.
not be ugly or beautiful. Or stupid, or super smart. Plus get behind a horrible name and a surname made me poor, indeed. Who is poor is to be invisible, to lead a life invisible and gray. The gray, unfortunately, does not give me at all. I decided that I do not want the responsibility of giving birth to a son mediocre, unless it is able to find a name that will allow him to have a place in history: Roger, Lucrezia, Marcantonio, Gerardo, Geneva ... I begin to hate my parents. What they taught me? None. Only that the family is a closed core and suffocating. What you always worry about how it is never morally and physically. That we must be content to go further because it is not granted. That one is born with good or bad you feel like a star and try to change things. Lessons that I have never served because since childhood I started to put his nose out the window of my house. It grew more and more these tips seem silly. The more I tried to understand and less justified as I was raised. So, beyond the affection that I can bind to members of the family, I can not be there to stand for more than ten minutes without feeling a sense of suffocation and boredom. Get away from this place, it could be also a good excuse for me to see as little as possible without feeling guilty.

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Landing

raise their hand and wiggle in the chair for the urge to respond. They come home gleefully, confident that the world revolves because of them. Dispense wisdom and know everything you talk about movies of all directors. Talk about music and all of the collections of all genres. You talk about literature and are also writers, scientists and science, medicine and doctors. You do not have sciatica, but the lumbar sciatica, do not take aspirin, but aspirin. Ugh, give yourself calm down. But what you must never show? You are boring and troublesome? That there is instinct, of course. Take a tranquilizer, a benzodiazepine indeed!
Although the earthquake has shaken the hearts and things, everything was back as if nothing had happened. Whoever did it does not, who did make it even more.
"We must tighten the belt, start with the hardships, then what will be," he said, the handsome guy with the church's feet and the moncler to protect it from wind. Me with my bag and commonplace Carpisa sneakers follow the advice. All the more so I can not win, the less opportunities as I now do not. They are eight inches from the bottom. You have to see if they touch you with grace, like a sheet of paper knocked out a window, or I'll let it go like a stone in weight over a precipice.

I love those who do not know how to live even if they are those who fall because they are the ones that cross. I love the big
disdainful, why are the great adorers are arrows of longing to the other side.
Thus Spake Zarathustra

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The rest is eternal while it lasts

The photos I posted are not the result of my taste for the macabre. They reflect the injustices suffered by bodies of people who died so long ago (not so long ago).
So last week I went to the cemetery and saw that they were scattered around the human remains. I wrote angrily to a newspaper that dealt with the matter, published my complaint and spoke with those responsible. Result: the bones are just the result of a time and turned the earth. The answer I was not convinced.
Yesterday I went to the cemetery, everything seemed in order, but NO. Other bones surfaced. Pure pretty big. You want to turn and turn the earth, these are pieces of people that are lost when you dislodge to make room for more recent deaths. Because of space it is. All this eagerness to bury, bury, create niches and tombs family size requires space and since space is purchased (and sooner or later will become the largest cemetery of a city alive) it is better to chase away those who are no longer visited by their loved ones.
I wonder why those who are left are always destined to become outcasts. Why should leave room for those who are loved, mourned, visited, decorated with stone angels, saints in vogue, lights and colorful flowers. I think it's wrong and bad. If my house is not to find anyone that will authorize the municipality to evict to make room for a family that receives people happy?
One day they bury me, nobody will come to see me evicted. When will the resurrection of the body will be a whole look, look. Some will miss a tibia, the phalanx to someone, someone in the humerus, the luckier teeth. We stand before the Judgement of God crippled, maimed, without a head. The latter, however, as the gospel, will be the first. All compounds nice and tidy. Bleahhhh!
And if the injustice is not enough, entering through the narrow streets of the cemetery you can see some interesting sight. Bare left lying around, empty, or half empty. In short, approaches October 31, the night of witches, I think that in the city have not decided to adapt to trends overseas.
I refuse to let me disperse around. If you really touched me I prefer to be cremated and thrown into the sea. And then call him eternal rest!

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Pedigree

Who says when you touch the bottom you can not help but go back? Maybe it depends on how you hit the ground. If you go down slowly, slowly, you have the bones hi, if you stay where you are come down suddenly.
I'm trying to roll up our sleeves and as everyone who has many projects in mind and little time and money to implement them, are sometimes taken by moments of discouragement. I feel failure, inept, useless, a loser. Soon after I realize that it is only a problem of low self-esteem.
A friend of mine, or alleged, suggested I go to a psychotherapist. He says it's a holy hand for the soul. I do not know. Meanwhile, it costs a damn. Again, money is the pivot on which the world works. It's not that then I can see us in front of someone blathering. I open my appearance before that year and that most people never will. It is nice to know that you hear just because you pay. And perhaps the only reason he does it.
I realized that almost everyone is talking about themselves, but not in the least interested in knowing about you. All eager to tell their own life. I'm not a counselor, do not pay me to listen and then sometimes I could break the boxes.
to write on this blog. I vent, launch anathemas vomiting during the day the things that I have to swallow. I do it for free and in the end, maybe I'll get to the same conclusion to which I would go if I went to a psychotherapist.
I, the history of the people who do not believe it themselves a lot. I believe that it serves always and necessarily a basic scaffold. Then, perhaps, is the blockhead that'll do a spider hole and some people are smart enough to build something.
My scaffold is weak as the foundation of my house. Or rather, my platform is more like a rickety stool than a structure. Scaffolding and pedigree are needed. Otherwise it will not go anywhere.
I have not got the pedigree, descendant of an old breed of mongrels. Of mongrels are said to be more intelligent than purebred dogs, but dogs can also enter the race in the good clothes shops in the historic center (a famed clothing store in the historic center), the mestizos have to be content to remain tied to the pole. Have you ever seen one with those hideous paintings of hunting scenes with mongrels chasing prey? They are all greyhounds, beagles, if anything, some Cirneco of Etna.
Before giving birth to a child should contact the best engineers to design a sound framework and ensure that it can have a good pedigree. E 'key. Do not count as education or good manners. Needless to poke fun.
My friend, or alleged, has a great pedigree and a scaffold to fear. Then he
brain, which is good, and a good deal of initiative and self-esteem. At the end of the day (oh my God, another cliché) if this friend of mine, or alleged, had received a dowry of my scaffolding and also my shepherd pedigree of iblei, now write a blog of her friend, or alleged that, with a better framework and a bassett hound pedigree.