my best wishes ...

Who loves to sleep but wakes up in a good mood, who still greets with a kiss, who works hard and has more fun, to those who go fast car but does not sound at traffic lights, who arrives in delay but does not seek an apology to those who turn off the television to do 2 talk to anyone who is happy when you double-half, who gets up early to help a friend, who has the enthusiasm of a child and thoughts of man , who sees only black when it is dark, those who do not expect Christmas to be better.
Merry Christmas!

Monday, December 20, 2010

Ratchet And Clank Furry Yiff

such as dairy products we will be gone due

Maybe we'll go as dairy products due to expire on the last shelf of the refrigerator or in a magazine rather than any one of a hospital in the center. You'll come to see me in a Sunday lunch, dealing with traffic and all of the western ring washer. Let the mozzarella in the refrigerator, the slices of pork and meat spoils exposed on the board, pace of relatives coming from afar. You sprinkle the consciousness that what is required before take the department to think about death but to bump heels over a minute before entering the ward. Look at me and looked down, like the kites that do not make it right to take off when pulling calm.

This winter passes to pray, I'm sure.

Then will come the birth, your mother will wear the dress with turquoise beads and earrings last communion, your mother more and more nervous, the basket near the fireplace and nougat.

- Thanks, but did not have to ...

- But never mind ...

- I insist, should not.

- I insist, is included.

And then life is really a big bang at New Years, the cheapest way to get the saw, your mother who masturbates on pleasantries, your mother does not know what they mean tears when blacks beat the keys of the piano. Your mother always more nervous, Raffaele who is ill, and then there is the shrine to run.

I spent the afternoon playing at the church we were a bunch of mavericks with his nose cut on cement. The night dream, God knows how many dreams, each with its score and its knees by medicare. There was Cribari, left-back and then there was the Fountain Anagni Quiselli, center of breaking the youth. There was Braccini and Fratoni who were competing to see who was leading the strongest and Then there was the Mad Lucia, who taught us to swallow the biscuit in a hurry. Then there was me, in 18 years that I did not know Crosse and gore power to the grid.

weep now, lies in the pantry. Then in an instant ran away from home and has already arrived in the train station. We meet in the lobby and you see I'm still standing. Kiss and cry tears that are a little 'tickle, lick my beard that sucks all this reeling. What an effort to mimic the senses, interpret, God knows how I would hold you in the quest'androne Tiburtina, we finished by case basis and do not ask why things always go up in a toilet.

Maybe we'll go as dairy products due to expire, I wonder all the times that things run off the runway without asking permission. For example, even now that the potholes in the Portuense shy and I'm comfortable on the curbs of Trullo. I look at the people beside the highway and I think they will go where ever going. If there is a hallway of the house, a ravine where the fuck to fix, that space is a little 'me. If there is a place where you throw the little shit 'of disruption, that place is even mine.

While leaves the hall and move quickly towards the door, I stand to gain the days that we have been your delight. You do not know, but we are still in debt. I still have that piece of stuffed animals on the bottom of the pockets, I never ceased to touch it, I never stopped to see you reach the bottom of a road. Today your plush lose the hair that is a show, have it fly around the house is a privilege that I seldom given.

Heck, I still feel.

is no longer a game to see you fade away, are now big enough and I see things for what they are. Things have heartbeats and salt crystallized on the cheek. Listen to me, stop the mail of the heart and learn to move your ass. Find me, find the best of days and forget about the stove. Learn how to queue. The road will leave you step will be the special lanes, remove them coming from the side, beginners. Nothing will ever be the same, thoughts fit together properly and the festivities will have more to do with the file at toll stations. Then the road will do the rest on the hard shoulder will be the jesters to give you a morning, emergency lanes, only repulsed excavators in the world.

any day you open the fridge and you'll remember spending. Then you come for the big and be bold when the cashier t'incalzerà with membership card expiring. You'll be very little, with the old polemics about the details of maxisconto. Claim those 14 points that need to move to the bonus and you will return home victorious, finally, with the brats that made the husband and the shit that evaluates proud shots of retirement. Fantastic.

these parts is always an ordinary day, waiting on the platform of the six Intercity and the cold is so strong that I might laugh.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Heart Palpitations Tingling Fingers

Man

Tremor AFA
tarnishes its unique image,
a halo around the sprouts
(soft asphalt, the sky is clear
base and apex).
The crumpled linen jacket on his shoulders rests
proud,
and, ignoring the suffocating breath of August,
he repairs pride
by the chill of loneliness.
with one hand leaning on his lapel,
in a gesture that makes the tread
at a slower pace,
el'incedere murmured.
expresses, thus, an emphasis that the enormous human
listless row of machines,
and distracted eyes, surpassing with indifference,
baptizing the birth of an infinite distance.
A woman goes in the middle of that vision
with the mind's eye, and it
bribes. Note
and fatigue framed melodic purity
a sudden anxiety,
that, in a large ellipse, welcomes the man. At
watchful eye, just a fraction of a moment to recognize the perimeter
time
not infringe.

Franca

zoom

Unimportant Small Misunderstandings

Friday, December 24, 2010

The Powder Game Unblocked

Animated Laser Surgery

my best wishes ...

Monday, December 20, 2010

Ratchet And Clank Furry Yiff

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Heart Palpitations Tingling Fingers