Tribute to the throne Montalbàn
Thursday, November 30, 2006
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[...] n baby rattles freight trains. One child was silent for a whole group. A child can move mountains in which the parents are hiding. A baby cries an ocean of tears over which floats the boat of their parents. A child is like a diamond that cuts the glass. A child is the strongest of creatures, even if his arm can be held between the thumb and forefinger. [...]
Kari Hotakainen
Shots to the Heart
Pg. 153
Pg. 153
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Incubation For Malaria
ossiadiana @ 2006-11-28T09: 54:00
Why would I deny my Lucumone Guardian and its a whatever ...
Why would I deny my Lucumone Guardian and its a whatever ...
I Have A Mole That Is Growing And It Hurts
A Cauchemar
I offer this tribute to some famous phrases that have changed the course of my life on all levels possible: - Nobody insleshabile (revealed truth) - I pray very powerful Sirviö (prayer for the new clerics of Silvanus)
[The post will be updated thanks to the priceless pearls that life will offer me]
I offer this tribute to some famous phrases that have changed the course of my life on all levels possible: - Nobody insleshabile (revealed truth) - I pray very powerful Sirviö (prayer for the new clerics of Silvanus)
[The post will be updated thanks to the priceless pearls that life will offer me]
What Is The Best Snooker Felt
What the memory just can not forget
The Art of the window
If walking I happen to look inside a window if the window to show me his heaven, where everything happened is what I see.
The Art of the window
If walking I happen to look inside a window if the window to show me his heaven, where everything happened is what I see.
Monday, November 27, 2006
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Urban spaces
Sometimes we do not know exactly where we are going to drive us out.
Sometimes our expectations are very different from what life holds for us. Sometimes we do not know exactly where we are going to drive us out.
It just takes time to understand it.
This was the experience of my last week.
not go into pedantic detail, in reflections that would only make things even heavier for me than it has been so far.
Only after having labored for days, after closing the doors and windows of my life trying to convince me and all those who were beside me in some way stubbornly that it was all right, despite repeated questions I was asked.
only after it disappeared nine days for questions, I understand. My lesson was that not everyone can do a job just to bring home the bread.
In certain situations the loaf is not the case because we do not know farcene. I touched
depression lose interest in everything that until then had given me the strength to get up at 5 and defy the weather, strikes by train, rejection, fear and my own family.
Within days I lost everything. of me that has not been feeling a vague regret sentenced without a conviction.
The desire to close the bathroom with my heart pounding in my throat is not a good feeling to tackle seven hours a day.
No amount is worth it, there is no contract that is worth.
My heaven is another.
close on my chest.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
My Cock Work For Milking
Back from Hell
Two and a half years later, I saw Ste.
The appointment was before the coffee Trombetta.
It was November and it was a beautiful day.
By now I had graduated, and somehow I had to tell him I especially see his face.
Not everything can be said by phone and not everyone can write. I went opening with his little bike and a bunch of half a century ago for me.
I gave him my rose.
dined together recalling the time when you could see every day.
has promised to visit me, I promise you forever.
Every time we leave, it's as if we sure to meet again after 10 minutes. Not true, at least as time goes on our orologi.Per the rest has always been so, the time 'physical' does not matter, we are not afraid of losing.
Stè elo spirit is always wise to have a deep awareness of its existence, good and evil, right and what is not, of grief ee of happiness. I am opposed to the spirit tightrope walker who always seems ready to go. A juggler along with an essay.
It laughs, it has always laughed, but in his heart he knows that is true as I know, too.
Stè We'll see, I do not know when, but I know it will happen.
Meanwhile, say hello to your mom, your emotions and take some care of you or farari I know that I'll have to go into a rage and scolding and you'll have to tell me that you're not a child even if the last ultrasound on your stomach is gone (Stè miracle?) is not a good reason to make fun of me.
Two and a half years later, I saw Ste.
The appointment was before the coffee Trombetta.
It was November and it was a beautiful day.
By now I had graduated, and somehow I had to tell him I especially see his face.
Not everything can be said by phone and not everyone can write.
'Yes, where? 'I asked as I slipped' my 'black helmet. 'We go to a park,' he repeated. I seemed to open the boxes until I realized that Chinese Stè did not know where to find a park!  'But you do not live here now? Do you know one you like, 'I said CONUN bit of concern. 'I heard that any one on Magliana' | I looked him in the same way he looked when he asked me to go to the grocery store tomorrow Put. 'okay, let's go on Nomentana, there is Villa Torlonia, at least finalemnte I'll take the' 'Yes,' he said with enthusiasm in taking the motorized vehicle. Only at the first intersection, we realized I knew him more than the road, which was worrying! My sense is enclosed dell'orinetamento the interval between -1 and 0. Rome go by and I finally managed to keep my promises a delel. The park of Villa Torlonia was and still is, by way of accommodation. | We sat on a bench, as if time had not passed we were still talking to us.
dined together recalling the time when you could see every day.
has promised to visit me, I promise you forever.
Every time we leave, it's as if we sure to meet again after 10 minutes. Not true, at least as time goes on our orologi.Per the rest has always been so, the time 'physical' does not matter, we are not afraid of losing.
Stè elo spirit is always wise to have a deep awareness of its existence, good and evil, right and what is not, of grief ee of happiness. I am opposed to the spirit tightrope walker who always seems ready to go. A juggler along with an essay.
It laughs, it has always laughed, but in his heart he knows that is true as I know, too.
Stè We'll see, I do not know when, but I know it will happen.
Meanwhile, say hello to your mom, your emotions and take some care of you or farari I know that I'll have to go into a rage and scolding and you'll have to tell me that you're not a child even if the last ultrasound on your stomach is gone (Stè miracle?) is not a good reason to make fun of me.
Friday, November 17, 2006
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Encounter
studying, or at least tries.
From there one week I would have a major test, began to get hot, the days were significantly longer and the sun burning our hallway for most of the afternoon.
I heard the voices, doors opening, wood banging, I forced myself to stay at my desk with his head down.
A test of strength, I do not pay attention to everything around me or my review would go to hell. The noise had come
also in the room next to mine, I knew voices seemed to run a site at the height of its activity.
My door flew open and Leo burst into the room.
'Can I take your right? The architect here has too much stuff, I do not have mica so long! and then there's this other, at least you can ask '
I remained thrilled with my pencil in hand el' evidenzitore balanced on top.
'Take this thing? 'I asked with terror, because' this' could mean a lot of things in our country. I saw Stè
also arrive with a smile that I knew well, was his smile for social occasions.
went crazy for these things. With its
meters and eighty abundant Leo pulled me off the chair with all pointing to his two henchmen my desk.
'But you have to do? oh! In short I'm studying! Leo! and no! ' I tried to force myself getting up from his chair recovering the book.
'But how can you know? Leo the great dinner! '
He said while his ego bursting with gratitude just for asking him what he had in mind
'The big dinner? sorry but you say? and where do we do? and how many are we? and because my desk? ' Leonardo
I looked disconsolate because his eyes I was a 'little gem' that just could not understand his big plans.
In my hand I knew when I had to help to awaken after a Vito nights out of his past I do not know where. I have always carefully avoided asking too many questions about it.
'In the corridor, imagine a long expanse of desks, so we have dinner all together'
Stè looked alarmed, which is already preparing the menu for the occasion in his heart, and begged me not to do stories.
'Ah, and goes well .. .. but to me I have given you the desk or to take venirmela?'
Leo handed me a pat on the back
'but no! gives you the Vito! '
for a change.
Contrassegnai so my participation for the big dinner of fish that were organizing.
the evening on the third floor, Ste and me we were second, consume memory dinner of the building 'B'.
Desks chased one o'clock next to the other without any tablecloth, plates and plastic cups were purchased in industrial quantities, each of us brought something over to her chair.
Leo had taken out somewhere a complete evening, was the organizer and rightly mica could come in jeans!
I turned around again with my highlighter in his pocket despite the protests of Ste I wanted a bit more in tune with the event.
We had dinner together, except for my architect who, as usual, preferred to sit in another room and physics student who told us to stay in the laboratory. With my roommates were forced three lives in the same space. We had a different specific gravity, we never mixed, and so we avoided a lot of fighting and favored a peaceful coexistence.
long after I saw a room of Ste cap.
'What's that?'
'What! Is the cap of the meal' he said with his usual way, as if I were a careless child. I did not reassuring
expression and continued 'dinner on the third floor!'
'And you kept this business?' I asked amazed
'Yes, you were there - as if it could justify the presence of a cap - and then because you do not know what happened the next day, you were in class'
Thank you, has always had a very particular for me to weigh the fact that I still sometimes not there, and that somehow I had left.
I was concerned that the night before he tried to drink something with his eyes and tried to give me a sign any of his state of health.
'And now what can you do? are a scellarato'commentai on myself while I was trying to see 'waste' of possible pads, boxes or other types of medicine.
guardadomi laughed indulgently, in the end I had been forgiven resuming his speech
'The director has managed something, but not sure what, partly because he only saw the mountain of stuff we threw away this morning,' There was a
moment of silence, we could not cook in our rooms, risked being kicked out instantly.
'So what' I asked with a touch of anxiety
Stè smiled again sitting on the bed, crossing his legs in its way.
'We were too many, it is not plausible, and nobody believes the security is not passed'
was true, the usual round of security not seen, we do not always walked, we were the 'black sheep' of the student, too away from important places.
'So we're safe, nobody will take away a scholarship' concluded
Stè opened his hands as if I was finally came to the big conclusion.
The dinner was great in 'legend' of the building B.
'And how come you left here this morning?' I asked to get a response ia my fears without having to demonstrate.
I smiled because he knew what he was spinning so much in mind.
'What do I went to college? I have nothing now '
I had no chance to reply, I should trust its intenzioni.Dopo all I could see pretty well. In general, if not move because I was not feeling well always said, why lie to me this time?
'I want a coffee?' he asked, was his way to give me welcome back 'home', our ritual.
I sat on his desk while traffic with coffee and coffee.
I liked the cut of time in which to make coffee for me, it was his way to take Curatolo me and was happy to do so.
often ask me how was my day or my morning, and for a time I took the good idea to bring some sweets that I bought the Metro stop. Then we avoided for a while I started to buy him sweets and chocolate bars that I took at the university.
Stè left our neighborhood very rarely, while I looked like a loose cannon around the city.
the morning went to the market that took place a few hundred yards from our house student.
I hate him, he knew everyone.
was so, but accompanied him and would enjoy trascianarlo on Ponte Milvio and the stories told of the papal coat of arms, listened to me without losing the smile and sometimes laugh when I could not remember the exact events.
'always seem to pass' once told me 'even when you get back in the evening, it always seems you're going to go'
did not answer his statement, it was hurting both.
Across the street one day I was 'pulled up' literally taken from the waistband of his trousers and dragged on the pavements opposite from Leo and Vito.
For nearly dying of a heart attack, I was lost in my thoughts eil My heart jumped into my throat, only scared when I turned to look at them I realized they were two of them.
For all the mandate had expired, and each took his way.
'but damn you could not call me? make me die of a heart attack like that! be raised while crossing a street! ' I complained to and between each other a hug.
Damn! have always won. When I told
Ste meeting, he knew everything already.
Once again I had the impression of 'failing' to something again.
studying, or at least tries.
From there one week I would have a major test, began to get hot, the days were significantly longer and the sun burning our hallway for most of the afternoon.
I heard the voices, doors opening, wood banging, I forced myself to stay at my desk with his head down.
A test of strength, I do not pay attention to everything around me or my review would go to hell. The noise had come
also in the room next to mine, I knew voices seemed to run a site at the height of its activity.
My door flew open and Leo burst into the room.
'Can I take your right? The architect here has too much stuff, I do not have mica so long! and then there's this other, at least you can ask '
I remained thrilled with my pencil in hand el' evidenzitore balanced on top.
'Take this thing? 'I asked with terror, because' this' could mean a lot of things in our country. I saw Stè
also arrive with a smile that I knew well, was his smile for social occasions.
went crazy for these things. With its
meters and eighty abundant Leo pulled me off the chair with all pointing to his two henchmen my desk.
'But you have to do? oh! In short I'm studying! Leo! and no! ' I tried to force myself getting up from his chair recovering the book.
'But how can you know? Leo the great dinner! '
He said while his ego bursting with gratitude just for asking him what he had in mind
'The big dinner? sorry but you say? and where do we do? and how many are we? and because my desk? ' Leonardo
I looked disconsolate because his eyes I was a 'little gem' that just could not understand his big plans.
In my hand I knew when I had to help to awaken after a Vito nights out of his past I do not know where. I have always carefully avoided asking too many questions about it.
'In the corridor, imagine a long expanse of desks, so we have dinner all together'
Stè looked alarmed, which is already preparing the menu for the occasion in his heart, and begged me not to do stories.
'Ah, and goes well .. .. but to me I have given you the desk or to take venirmela?'
Leo handed me a pat on the back
'but no! gives you the Vito! '
for a change.
Contrassegnai so my participation for the big dinner of fish that were organizing.
the evening on the third floor, Ste and me we were second, consume memory dinner of the building 'B'.
Desks chased one o'clock next to the other without any tablecloth, plates and plastic cups were purchased in industrial quantities, each of us brought something over to her chair.
Leo had taken out somewhere a complete evening, was the organizer and rightly mica could come in jeans!
I turned around again with my highlighter in his pocket despite the protests of Ste I wanted a bit more in tune with the event.
We had dinner together, except for my architect who, as usual, preferred to sit in another room and physics student who told us to stay in the laboratory. With my roommates were forced three lives in the same space. We had a different specific gravity, we never mixed, and so we avoided a lot of fighting and favored a peaceful coexistence.
long after I saw a room of Ste cap.
'What's that?'
'What! Is the cap of the meal' he said with his usual way, as if I were a careless child. I did not reassuring
expression and continued 'dinner on the third floor!'
'And you kept this business?' I asked amazed
'Yes, you were there - as if it could justify the presence of a cap - and then because you do not know what happened the next day, you were in class'
Thank you, has always had a very particular for me to weigh the fact that I still sometimes not there, and that somehow I had left.
I was concerned that the night before he tried to drink something with his eyes and tried to give me a sign any of his state of health.
'And now what can you do? are a scellarato'commentai on myself while I was trying to see 'waste' of possible pads, boxes or other types of medicine.
guardadomi laughed indulgently, in the end I had been forgiven resuming his speech
'The director has managed something, but not sure what, partly because he only saw the mountain of stuff we threw away this morning,' There was a
moment of silence, we could not cook in our rooms, risked being kicked out instantly.
'So what' I asked with a touch of anxiety
Stè smiled again sitting on the bed, crossing his legs in its way.
'We were too many, it is not plausible, and nobody believes the security is not passed'
was true, the usual round of security not seen, we do not always walked, we were the 'black sheep' of the student, too away from important places.
'So we're safe, nobody will take away a scholarship' concluded
Stè opened his hands as if I was finally came to the big conclusion.
The dinner was great in 'legend' of the building B.
'And how come you left here this morning?' I asked to get a response ia my fears without having to demonstrate.
I smiled because he knew what he was spinning so much in mind.
'What do I went to college? I have nothing now '
I had no chance to reply, I should trust its intenzioni.Dopo all I could see pretty well. In general, if not move because I was not feeling well always said, why lie to me this time?
'I want a coffee?' he asked, was his way to give me welcome back 'home', our ritual.
I sat on his desk while traffic with coffee and coffee.
I liked the cut of time in which to make coffee for me, it was his way to take Curatolo me and was happy to do so.
often ask me how was my day or my morning, and for a time I took the good idea to bring some sweets that I bought the Metro stop. Then we avoided for a while I started to buy him sweets and chocolate bars that I took at the university.
Stè left our neighborhood very rarely, while I looked like a loose cannon around the city.
the morning went to the market that took place a few hundred yards from our house student.
I hate him, he knew everyone.
was so, but accompanied him and would enjoy trascianarlo on Ponte Milvio and the stories told of the papal coat of arms, listened to me without losing the smile and sometimes laugh when I could not remember the exact events.
'always seem to pass' once told me 'even when you get back in the evening, it always seems you're going to go'
did not answer his statement, it was hurting both.
Across the street one day I was 'pulled up' literally taken from the waistband of his trousers and dragged on the pavements opposite from Leo and Vito.
For nearly dying of a heart attack, I was lost in my thoughts eil My heart jumped into my throat, only scared when I turned to look at them I realized they were two of them.
For all the mandate had expired, and each took his way.
'but damn you could not call me? make me die of a heart attack like that! be raised while crossing a street! ' I complained to and between each other a hug.
Damn! have always won. When I told
Ste meeting, he knew everything already.
Once again I had the impression of 'failing' to something again.
Wednesday, November 1, 2006
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The great dinner Leo
It was a night in my room a future architect continued to work with its lamp lit. Our future physical turning in my bed I was sleeping. Tired, groggy with sleep, which came and went I got up and walked out the door of my room. In corriodio met a couple of students, one was my neighbor's room, the other was a 'new host'. So in the shadows and the faint light of a distant hallway was consumed our presentation night rather than sealed with a handshake with a nod. The hours spent in the whispered phrases, ironically dedicated to our existence. He was sleeping and some groups of students most vociferous of us that made us remember having to do something the next day.
silently went back into the room in the dark.
The next day I met the usual familiar faces and some other new student arrived.
Too many names, too many faces, too many lives that were roaming in the same place, too many experiences, backgrounds and interests.
I took refuge in the intimacy so painstakingly carved out of my friends, now partners of long nights, lazy Sundays, shared lunches, dinners jump.
In one afternoon, I went to the bathroom.
'so I'm really on the ball? 'I felt
request from someone intent on washing a cup in the sink.
When I turned around I had to have it the incredulous expression and appalled.
'You're the second person I met, we talked almost all night ... I was so unbearable even if you could avoid being '
At that point, something is bound in my mind, because I remember the night, vagamentele voices and absolutely not the face of who I was next.
I still laugh every time.
Whenever I feel like a fool. Whenever
can understand everything that goes through my head like I'm an open book and more rieltto bed. Once I tried to lie, for a trifle, he laughed.
'When you cease to make me laugh? '
' When you going to stop asking me to buy something on a Sunday in your favorite supermarket is closed '
' And why do not you tell me the truth? '
Sbuffai
'How come it took you so long?'
'I came to Octavius'
'But it's Sunday!'
'Exactly .. I've meso much! '
It 's impossible to discuss with me, just as impossible to discuss with my counterpart.
One evening at dinner at our favorite restaurant near the aquarium (I insisted that the fish were fake) I learned things that I would not wanted to hear, not from his mouth.
I tore a promise that I have, fortunately, still maintain.
Stè Thanks, we'll see how things go, but ... I see you walk in confidence.
I have yet to bring in Villa Torlonia.
you know your strengths and my stubbornness, and we are here.
We are still here.
It was a night in my room a future architect continued to work with its lamp lit. Our future physical turning in my bed I was sleeping. Tired, groggy with sleep, which came and went I got up and walked out the door of my room. In corriodio met a couple of students, one was my neighbor's room, the other was a 'new host'. So in the shadows and the faint light of a distant hallway was consumed our presentation night rather than sealed with a handshake with a nod. The hours spent in the whispered phrases, ironically dedicated to our existence. He was sleeping and some groups of students most vociferous of us that made us remember having to do something the next day.
silently went back into the room in the dark.
The next day I met the usual familiar faces and some other new student arrived.
Too many names, too many faces, too many lives that were roaming in the same place, too many experiences, backgrounds and interests.
I took refuge in the intimacy so painstakingly carved out of my friends, now partners of long nights, lazy Sundays, shared lunches, dinners jump.
In one afternoon, I went to the bathroom.
'so I'm really on the ball? 'I felt
request from someone intent on washing a cup in the sink.
When I turned around I had to have it the incredulous expression and appalled.
'You're the second person I met, we talked almost all night ... I was so unbearable even if you could avoid being '
At that point, something is bound in my mind, because I remember the night, vagamentele voices and absolutely not the face of who I was next.
I still laugh every time.
Whenever I feel like a fool. Whenever
can understand everything that goes through my head like I'm an open book and more rieltto bed. Once I tried to lie, for a trifle, he laughed.
'When you cease to make me laugh? '
' When you going to stop asking me to buy something on a Sunday in your favorite supermarket is closed '
' And why do not you tell me the truth? '
Sbuffai
'How come it took you so long?'
'I came to Octavius'
'But it's Sunday!'
'Exactly .. I've meso much! '
It 's impossible to discuss with me, just as impossible to discuss with my counterpart.
One evening at dinner at our favorite restaurant near the aquarium (I insisted that the fish were fake) I learned things that I would not wanted to hear, not from his mouth.
I tore a promise that I have, fortunately, still maintain.
Stè Thanks, we'll see how things go, but ... I see you walk in confidence.
I have yet to bring in Villa Torlonia.
you know your strengths and my stubbornness, and we are here.
We are still here.
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