NEW STAGE OF CHRYSALIS
After a long period of rest, forced, more than wanted, now we must return for a deeper meaning to everything good that came out experience of this book.
The Christmas season starts under good, old contacts, new experiences, some call convict and the usual pixie (John D'Alessandro, a magnificent meeting of early 2008) that brings me luck.
So here are the new dates: December 19, circle "Name of the Rose" 21.00, Giulianova, December 22, enolibreria "Empathy", 18.00, Teramo, 28 December, "Moto Pepetuo, meetings with the autorre" 18.00 , Pescocostanzo. And who knows, one thing leads to. In January the
Chrysalis will have its first live broadcast on Radio Veronica, generous gift of Christmas fairy Marconi .... hopefully good!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Hands Red And Blotchy
is time to share
Every fact of life has its moments. And 'that's what I tell myself to be a bit', especially since I lost my dad, especially since my thoughts are so confused that I can not concentrate on anything except the indispensable (eating, domire, care).
's so that in recent weeks, despite receiving calls and proposals and, above all, useful to the cause of promoting my book, I let these things just touch me not caring too much about what you were missing.
Things come at the right time, that is, when we are ready to receive them.
But if it is true that for everything there is his time, maybe this is not the time to make them happen?
And so Chrysalis begins his journey: the next step Milan, factory steam.
Every fact of life has its moments. And 'that's what I tell myself to be a bit', especially since I lost my dad, especially since my thoughts are so confused that I can not concentrate on anything except the indispensable (eating, domire, care).
's so that in recent weeks, despite receiving calls and proposals and, above all, useful to the cause of promoting my book, I let these things just touch me not caring too much about what you were missing.
Things come at the right time, that is, when we are ready to receive them.
But if it is true that for everything there is his time, maybe this is not the time to make them happen?
And so Chrysalis begins his journey: the next step Milan, factory steam.
Monday, September 22, 2008
What Should My Cane Corso Look Like At 4 Months
MARIPOSA
three deep breaths, smiles turned to the two angels. So they opened the gates of heaven and his soul flew away.
Dad is gone. It 'going to take the road that you own and within a few days of slow and silent agony his ship finally took off and never come back to this port, but will plow the waves in the open ocean.
Only a few sketches of the sea, only a few scents of distant lands, only some silence, as at this time, our memory will return to touch and talk to him.
With his death has not died just one life, he ends an era for a whole country for thousands of people from tomorrow will feel the void of his absence, because Dad was not only inhabitants of Moscow, Dad was Moscow. It was the blood of his country, flowed in every vein, in every alley, every bar where he drank with friends and playing cards, was the Bowling alley where you play on Saturday and Sunday, was in the pool halls where he won a cue, was among the children who speak of him as a timeless myth.
And then it was an empty house. Ours, in which for years lived alone together because he was no longer possible. And still the silence, some huge void, if the wishes of and and but not enough to fill one because these absences.
Dad is gone and with him goes away the memory of a lifetime of struggle, because its a different forced him to live on the margins and after so many years those places had become too tight even for someone like he loved the solitude, or pretended, resigned to his condition ..
Dad has embraced his cross, his illness as a source of liberation. In silence, as only he could do and with the dignity of those who were walking along a path chosen and willed with all his heart. Without asking for anything but a little help sometimes on the bed when even the mattress seemed made of stones and thorns, and without ever complaining of pains that cancer, hunger and thirst forced him cruelly.
He atoned for everything in life and what remains to comfort our wounded hearts is the certainty that his soul has flown to the Father's house, light as a butterfly and pure and clear as that on March 5 in '48 when he was set foot on this earth.
Other words, other memories have more meaning, because quad Sweet Lady opens its arms to you and leads you gently stroking him, as did the death with my dad, then you can just check the serenity of knowing now he is there in the eternal home and well.
And even if life has chosen other avenues for us and for our love, we are only now finally found to have you, Dad.
three deep breaths, smiles turned to the two angels. So they opened the gates of heaven and his soul flew away.
Dad is gone. It 'going to take the road that you own and within a few days of slow and silent agony his ship finally took off and never come back to this port, but will plow the waves in the open ocean.
Only a few sketches of the sea, only a few scents of distant lands, only some silence, as at this time, our memory will return to touch and talk to him.
With his death has not died just one life, he ends an era for a whole country for thousands of people from tomorrow will feel the void of his absence, because Dad was not only inhabitants of Moscow, Dad was Moscow. It was the blood of his country, flowed in every vein, in every alley, every bar where he drank with friends and playing cards, was the Bowling alley where you play on Saturday and Sunday, was in the pool halls where he won a cue, was among the children who speak of him as a timeless myth.
And then it was an empty house. Ours, in which for years lived alone together because he was no longer possible. And still the silence, some huge void, if the wishes of and and but not enough to fill one because these absences.
Dad is gone and with him goes away the memory of a lifetime of struggle, because its a different forced him to live on the margins and after so many years those places had become too tight even for someone like he loved the solitude, or pretended, resigned to his condition ..
Dad has embraced his cross, his illness as a source of liberation. In silence, as only he could do and with the dignity of those who were walking along a path chosen and willed with all his heart. Without asking for anything but a little help sometimes on the bed when even the mattress seemed made of stones and thorns, and without ever complaining of pains that cancer, hunger and thirst forced him cruelly.
He atoned for everything in life and what remains to comfort our wounded hearts is the certainty that his soul has flown to the Father's house, light as a butterfly and pure and clear as that on March 5 in '48 when he was set foot on this earth.
Other words, other memories have more meaning, because quad Sweet Lady opens its arms to you and leads you gently stroking him, as did the death with my dad, then you can just check the serenity of knowing now he is there in the eternal home and well.
And even if life has chosen other avenues for us and for our love, we are only now finally found to have you, Dad.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
5 Months Old Baby Dry Cough
STAGES OF CHRYSALIS
Our march, indeed, our flight began on July 24 in Roseto degli Abruzzi, then the chrysalis has rested its wings in the four days of "Montone between the sun and the moon" brilliant Artists Festival road, 3 to 6 August. Soon after, 11 were guests and I chrysalis, in my country for a chat free Notasulga (refined evening). August 29 to Mosciano, the Democratic Left party guests.
Thursday, September 4 will close the loop delepresentazioi Summer hours: 22:00 to Casa de Campo, a beautiful location situated in Montone of Moscow, which hold great welcome along with the presentation of my book, even the impressive performance of Fabio Bonomo and his group of players. What, great year, made to meet new and pleasant discovery. Magic moments of which I am very grateful to life.
Our march, indeed, our flight began on July 24 in Roseto degli Abruzzi, then the chrysalis has rested its wings in the four days of "Montone between the sun and the moon" brilliant Artists Festival road, 3 to 6 August. Soon after, 11 were guests and I chrysalis, in my country for a chat free Notasulga (refined evening). August 29 to Mosciano, the Democratic Left party guests.
Thursday, September 4 will close the loop delepresentazioi Summer hours: 22:00 to Casa de Campo, a beautiful location situated in Montone of Moscow, which hold great welcome along with the presentation of my book, even the impressive performance of Fabio Bonomo and his group of players. What, great year, made to meet new and pleasant discovery. Magic moments of which I am very grateful to life.
Farid Leon Celma Yunuen
MOSCIANO
Last night I hosted a Moacir known to present my book.
The evening was very beautiful, my time has been enriched by the inevitable presence of Mira, the constant consent of Attila, the introduction of pleasant Bucciarelli Alba (hot) and the voice of Valeria. The square was packed, much attention addressed to me, a former fellow countrymen. Thanks.
Last night I hosted a Moacir known to present my book.
The evening was very beautiful, my time has been enriched by the inevitable presence of Mira, the constant consent of Attila, the introduction of pleasant Bucciarelli Alba (hot) and the voice of Valeria. The square was packed, much attention addressed to me, a former fellow countrymen. Thanks.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Where To Distribute A Free Publication
SA August 29, 2008 when a butterfly begins its flight
A few days ago was opened to the bozolo of my chrysalis. The result was a beautiful butterfly, a story that I love so much as a lot, even infinitely, I love my children and my family. Of course, against the story they tell is of my characters, the sentiment is not universal or universalizing. Someone will love them, hate them or someone else will be left indifferent. It does not matter. What really counts for me is that my story has a chance to live a life of its own, inexorable tagliado immediately umbilical cord that binds a mother to her child, hoping, then, that the identity of the characters will not be devalued or flattened on the author, that would be me. Go my son, walking alone, in fact, opening your wings to fly and posarti life gently, trying not to get too bad.
A few days ago was opened to the bozolo of my chrysalis. The result was a beautiful butterfly, a story that I love so much as a lot, even infinitely, I love my children and my family. Of course, against the story they tell is of my characters, the sentiment is not universal or universalizing. Someone will love them, hate them or someone else will be left indifferent. It does not matter. What really counts for me is that my story has a chance to live a life of its own, inexorable tagliado immediately umbilical cord that binds a mother to her child, hoping, then, that the identity of the characters will not be devalued or flattened on the author, that would be me. Go my son, walking alone, in fact, opening your wings to fly and posarti life gently, trying not to get too bad.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Places To Buy Birthday Candles Toronto
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Fotos,gratis,depatrisia,nabida,com
nostalgia the days of desktop
What we expect beyond the screen.
's theme I want to talk goes very well with something that happened to me recently and I think that's symbolic state of mind with which we place ourselves in front of the new means of communication and, particularly, the screen of a PC and its keyboard. Story
the fact.
I happened to meet someone after two months since the last time. In this brief period while we exchanged of emails trying to get started, somehow, a conversation that ranges from daily to staff going through ideas about the world etc., etc., etc..
Not that the intensity of the exchange was likely to give the impression that then you really know, but, at least on my part, thought to have crossed easily the isolation barrier that today we build around, a bit 'to ethnocentrism, a little' self-defense. So, I thought just to have developed some capacity for dialogue.
After two months, and some mail, and it happened that I saw this person. Well, the approach was terrible, I felt uncomfortable and embarrassed, my voice trembled and I had difficulty even say a simple hello.
's strange, it is possible that between the "talk" via email and "talk" with words, sounds and vibrations by saying there could be so much difference. And I began to reflect on what had happened and why. The network is
strimento a fantastic, magical in some ways, but in the case of the conversation, in reality, and it is already known, allows you to create an effect of the alleged deviant or intentionally diverted party. This, in my opinion, is not because, well, not always between the two because there are those who want to pretend or deceive. Perhaps the risk of "false pretenses" is more noticeable in the chat, but this risk is not in the mail, the mail is communication between you know, there is no deceit, no cheating. Yet, the person that I went before was not exactly what I knew in the mail and conversation has been slow to start, and even when there was, did not reach any of the previously known levels, neither for brightness, nor for the content.
Yet we were the same people.
The screen, in fact, not only for protection, is also a mirror. The mirror of who is sitting opposite. The moment you start a mail there is no communication with the outside, but only with themselves. This means that I am I'm looking for the best words in the FRMA better. I'm not preparing a scam, just as there is no immediacy in the transmission, as is the case with the word, I can take as long as you want, correct, etc. to emphasize ...
But then, sending, I can only convey the words and, while it is true that the punctuation should also help to communicate the mood in the contents expressly on the other side there's only the words written, not spoken. This is communication in half.
When I read an email, I do not read that word and I play in my ability to understand, in my feeling and, above all, according to the level of knowledge that is the other person. When I read, therefore, as far as I read from the screen. It 's a bit like reading a book, the intent auctoris can be fleeting and what remains is the ability of the player to be in sympathy with the text. When I read I read an email I want to see and hear, I read those feelings that I feel, not who wrote it.
Perhaps that is why, then, the meetings are disappointing and you feel nostalgia "desktop".
This symptom may disappear if it is accepted that between writing an email and speak in person there are too many circumstances to create difference in transmission: space, time, and especially the raids outside the physical barrier. Across the screen, we are protected, filtered, mediated, in face to face you tend to re-present barriers for self-defense. And so we just want a little 'time and willingness to meet in harmony.
What we expect beyond the screen.
's theme I want to talk goes very well with something that happened to me recently and I think that's symbolic state of mind with which we place ourselves in front of the new means of communication and, particularly, the screen of a PC and its keyboard. Story
the fact.
I happened to meet someone after two months since the last time. In this brief period while we exchanged of emails trying to get started, somehow, a conversation that ranges from daily to staff going through ideas about the world etc., etc., etc..
Not that the intensity of the exchange was likely to give the impression that then you really know, but, at least on my part, thought to have crossed easily the isolation barrier that today we build around, a bit 'to ethnocentrism, a little' self-defense. So, I thought just to have developed some capacity for dialogue.
After two months, and some mail, and it happened that I saw this person. Well, the approach was terrible, I felt uncomfortable and embarrassed, my voice trembled and I had difficulty even say a simple hello.
's strange, it is possible that between the "talk" via email and "talk" with words, sounds and vibrations by saying there could be so much difference. And I began to reflect on what had happened and why. The network is
strimento a fantastic, magical in some ways, but in the case of the conversation, in reality, and it is already known, allows you to create an effect of the alleged deviant or intentionally diverted party. This, in my opinion, is not because, well, not always between the two because there are those who want to pretend or deceive. Perhaps the risk of "false pretenses" is more noticeable in the chat, but this risk is not in the mail, the mail is communication between you know, there is no deceit, no cheating. Yet, the person that I went before was not exactly what I knew in the mail and conversation has been slow to start, and even when there was, did not reach any of the previously known levels, neither for brightness, nor for the content.
Yet we were the same people.
The screen, in fact, not only for protection, is also a mirror. The mirror of who is sitting opposite. The moment you start a mail there is no communication with the outside, but only with themselves. This means that I am I'm looking for the best words in the FRMA better. I'm not preparing a scam, just as there is no immediacy in the transmission, as is the case with the word, I can take as long as you want, correct, etc. to emphasize ...
But then, sending, I can only convey the words and, while it is true that the punctuation should also help to communicate the mood in the contents expressly on the other side there's only the words written, not spoken. This is communication in half.
When I read an email, I do not read that word and I play in my ability to understand, in my feeling and, above all, according to the level of knowledge that is the other person. When I read, therefore, as far as I read from the screen. It 's a bit like reading a book, the intent auctoris can be fleeting and what remains is the ability of the player to be in sympathy with the text. When I read I read an email I want to see and hear, I read those feelings that I feel, not who wrote it.
Perhaps that is why, then, the meetings are disappointing and you feel nostalgia "desktop".
This symptom may disappear if it is accepted that between writing an email and speak in person there are too many circumstances to create difference in transmission: space, time, and especially the raids outside the physical barrier. Across the screen, we are protected, filtered, mediated, in face to face you tend to re-present barriers for self-defense. And so we just want a little 'time and willingness to meet in harmony.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
2003 Jeep Liberty Changing Struts
THE GIRLS ARE BACK!
And I needed to die ... 140 minutes of Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda. Then Gucci, Luis Vuitton, Prada ... that pleasure, that envy. And still many, many feelings. My
, our friends in New York city about love and the problems that resemble both those of all women, more or less emancipated and so, if at the end of the nineties had become "what they were doing lots of sex" after ten years of difficult relations, bankruptcy, poor, the only relationship that leads them to be the new icons of two thousand years is friendship.
Sex and the City is not a film for greedy sorceress, frustrated for the females who dream of the sex lives of others, Sex and the city is the film of her friends, going to see from only one person who collected the tears in your difficult times and cried for joy next to your success. I saw with Chris, my friend, the one who picked me up from the bottom when I was finished and it made me laugh ... go back to those poor wretches who can not see beyond a couple of balls well exposed. The film icon friendship lasted only 140 minutes and already I miss my girls.
And I needed to die ... 140 minutes of Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda. Then Gucci, Luis Vuitton, Prada ... that pleasure, that envy. And still many, many feelings. My
, our friends in New York city about love and the problems that resemble both those of all women, more or less emancipated and so, if at the end of the nineties had become "what they were doing lots of sex" after ten years of difficult relations, bankruptcy, poor, the only relationship that leads them to be the new icons of two thousand years is friendship.
Sex and the City is not a film for greedy sorceress, frustrated for the females who dream of the sex lives of others, Sex and the city is the film of her friends, going to see from only one person who collected the tears in your difficult times and cried for joy next to your success. I saw with Chris, my friend, the one who picked me up from the bottom when I was finished and it made me laugh ... go back to those poor wretches who can not see beyond a couple of balls well exposed. The film icon friendship lasted only 140 minutes and already I miss my girls.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Dental Over Due Balance Letters
the proverb of the day
D. What is power without control?
R. The good time that you become pregnant ...
D. What is power without control?
R. The good time that you become pregnant ...
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Low Sodium Foods List
communio est fons rixarum
If the Romans said, well, then it is really true: the building, in this case the life of a neighborhood, is a source of fights. So how does my friend John, sooner or later we all go to be the turds of the village.
The problem I have with my neighbors is not personal, not even know them, and not even with their scale, perquanto horrible, the element that causes me the green bile is the design engineer; typical "cunning of the neighborhood "he thinks he can make all malleable using the technique of good policy and a good dose of" newspeak "language the result of a graft hybrid between a pimp and a fuss from some knowledge of Italian language, filled with ad hoc Latinisms placed between sentences another. A bit 'to give a tone, a bit' to make you feel ignorant if not understood. And then there's the community that make "additions to the PR for the recovery of the old town" and then, The virtue of this that you do recuperopermette abuse masquerading as recovery and disguised as light gray metal stairs such as those of the stores (after only five days is already rusty).
What is behind my NO TO SCALE, however, that the distances are not really respect them, is that there is always someone who, clinging to the politician in office, believes it can do the good and the bad weather. Simply
If the Romans said, well, then it is really true: the building, in this case the life of a neighborhood, is a source of fights. So how does my friend John, sooner or later we all go to be the turds of the village.
The problem I have with my neighbors is not personal, not even know them, and not even with their scale, perquanto horrible, the element that causes me the green bile is the design engineer; typical "cunning of the neighborhood "he thinks he can make all malleable using the technique of good policy and a good dose of" newspeak "language the result of a graft hybrid between a pimp and a fuss from some knowledge of Italian language, filled with ad hoc Latinisms placed between sentences another. A bit 'to give a tone, a bit' to make you feel ignorant if not understood. And then there's the community that make "additions to the PR for the recovery of the old town" and then, The virtue of this that you do recuperopermette abuse masquerading as recovery and disguised as light gray metal stairs such as those of the stores (after only five days is already rusty).
What is behind my NO TO SCALE, however, that the distances are not really respect them, is that there is always someone who, clinging to the politician in office, believes it can do the good and the bad weather. Simply
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Who Carries Morton Tender Quick?
Today my neighbors, not caring of my continuing reports of unlawful, have mounted a ladder abuse, which is not compliant with local recovery center ... I called brigades and technical, I asked the hardware to stop because likely to perform a job that he would have to dismount.
RESULTS:
1) of course I went to the bitch in town;
2) have been insulted by the workers of their hardware ... poor things have not realized that my complaint mica, in reality he was protecting them from the risk of doing the job twice (without considering that they were working on a construction site without compliance with 626) that bitch ... I am also concerned for their safety.
3) are the one who does not respect the rules of good neighborly refusing to agree to a peaceful agreement that spared having to redo the hardware of the ladder again, but the owner has never felt the need, in more than three years, and try to call me a line of dialogue.
Now the work has stopped, the scale will be rebuilt in accordance with the right criteria, the neighbor, in all likelihood, I will send my fighters every day during maintenance work ... to live in the historic center is expensive and, above all, we require a deep respect of absurd regulations that impose architectural constraints sometimes unreasonable, limit the possibilities for effective action for sustainable recovery of the property.
But these are the rules, and these Asthe and as incomprehensible as to their real value, must be respected and enforced, in the hope that, sooner or later, you decide to amend the criteria reasonably fair.
NB
the bitterness of it all was the comment of a neighbor, of Macedonian origin, in compliance with residence permits, which, commenting on my legitimate hotly told me: "What's it to you, so here are all what they like, just be a relative of someone working in town and you're done, you can not attach to certain technicalities, let it go! "
Maybe she is definitely has more good sense to me, and who knows me, for sure may confirm, but then I have to ricordrle that when he had to submit an application to regularize the stay in Italy, the police went to rummage through those same loopholes that today asking me to ignore ... but then the rules must always apply only to some while others get away each time?
I'm not there !!!!!
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