The Santa's toy factory consists of two buildings: the factory of toothpicks and the house of MacGyver ... (illatooscuro)
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Can You Get A Herpes Outbreak From Shaving
The Santa's toy factory consists of two buildings: the factory of toothpicks and the house of MacGyver ... (illatooscuro)
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Pin Nintendo Gnerator
In his letter to Santa Claus, each year asks MacGyver: a roll of scotch, a couple of rubber bands and a box of toothpicks ... (illatooscuro)
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Chi Sam Ac Adaptor Ad 200-12p
also earn positions on the engines ..
maiom In recent months, is attracting interest both in the real estate sector in general among fans of Web 2.0. Due to the nature of `application is obviously important presence on major search engines, even in this respect maiom brings a breath of fresh air. In fact, with the passage of time the average browser, acquiring familiarity, use of keywords increasingly selective.
now the trend is to use multiple keywords at once, writing the type of property accompanied by the name of the city and sometimes even in large cities away. In results for this kind of research maiom is always among the first or the first position, of course, if this is a property of its kind in `file. This is the result of the development work around the platform and also some important measures suggested by the members of forumGT , the best forum on 'optimization for placement in search engines (SEO). 
maiom In recent months, is attracting interest both in the real estate sector in general among fans of Web 2.0. Due to the nature of `application is obviously important presence on major search engines, even in this respect maiom brings a breath of fresh air. In fact, with the passage of time the average browser, acquiring familiarity, use of keywords increasingly selective.
now the trend is to use multiple keywords at once, writing the type of property accompanied by the name of the city and sometimes even in large cities away. In results for this kind of research maiom is always among the first or the first position, of course, if this is a property of its kind in `file. This is the result of the development work around the platform and also some important measures suggested by the members of forumGT , the best forum on 'optimization for placement in search engines (SEO).
Friday, November 17, 2006
Pros And Cons For Organs For Sale
A small guide to buying a house `
maiom is available now on a short `s guide to home buying , which we hope you find it useful. Course are always welcome comments and additions. To achieve that we have taken inspiration from the one published by the Chamber of Commerce of Turin 
maiom is available now on a short `s guide to home buying , which we hope you find it useful. Course are always welcome comments and additions. To achieve that we have taken inspiration from the one published by the Chamber of Commerce of Turin
Monday, November 13, 2006
Betty Crocker Spice Pumpkin
Secret State
No ray of light passing from the shutter, I had forgotten to turn down the night before.
I opened my left eye fatigue. I felt bloated, still sleepy, with excruciating pain and continued between the temples.
Yet the smoke of yesterday was very good, Thomas and I had never given bad stuff.
spread on the pillow, with a superhuman effort that put a strain on my hamstrings, I managed to turn the alarm to my eyes half shut. Hours
15e45 PM
-fucking-biascicai appicicate with lips on the palate.
Tracannai sips of water from a bottle lifesaving the edge of the bed.
I slept like a stoned junkie. I stayed another fifteen hours, had it not been for that annoying headache.
I got up from bed, with the speed of a narcoleptic sloth.
While I was thinking that after a shower I immediately called Thomas, my great friend and official supplier of spinels, a yawn from cramps in the jaw, I stopped in front of the mirror by returning the projection of me.
hair matted and dirty, unshaven and fluffy, slit tearful eye, white stretch T-shirt, with holes just behind the shoulders, black pants and chipped.
I sucked, and I needed a woman. Urgently. He played
the bell.
At home there was an almost unreal silence. Karin, my American roommate was definitely out. Yoko my roommate there was Korean or not, made little difference.
walked along the corridor, which grew with every step endless.
-Arrival ..! - Who-is-
-fool-Open the door, like a bucket of ice water to the voice of Matthew woke me up completely.
-But please, come on ... what a pleasure my friend ..! _
Matthew walked in, looked at me disgusted, and large strides began to head towards my room. I noticed that the jacket was soaked with water, holding something under his arm.
-I knew you were still in bed, sub-species of parasite state-
-If you knew, you could avoid breaking balls
-Si-so slept until tomorrow .. bum. Ah congratulations for the pants ... I'm a jewelry
.- He sat at the computer, picked up the shutters, and was wearing jacket with waiting for the lighting of the PC.
It was raining hard. A sky
zinc covering the dark houses in the center of Florence.
me-holy God, "said the head is bursting with casualties.
-Pure to you? I have a water heater today, instead of mine. After a name is Thomas and I do make money. But he does, he starts to smoke shit friends now? -
-smoking has nothing to do with Tommy. I know why we have headaches .-
-Oh yeah? Feel diagnosis, eminent Dr. Rassu ..- I said grinning-
He stroked his chin and his facial expression turned into a prince of the hole with a solid reputation.
-What to do? Eh? What the hell kind of goal?
since yesterday night that I think about it, I turn around in bed, I tortured brain-
You're crazy. Treated
I thought that maybe the smoke of Thomas was not so bad. My wise friend Matt, with his feet on the ground, and flew into the ether of the incomprehensible raving.
-Sorry but what the hell you talking about? -
He looked at me with a look of defiance and anger, frowning eyebrows and staring at my eyes, surprised.
-You know what I mean, he said.
-I make a coffee- I replied, as my neurons began finally to wake up really.
-is good. Make the coffee-
reluctantly wore the sweat pants and went into the kitchen. I understood perfectly. Our state secret, had not lasted more than one night.
I went into the room with two steaming cups.
-Are you alone? -
-Si. Perhaps there is a Korean, but is sealed in his room. "
I loved waking up late. I loved the expectations. Those moments that separate you from doing. Foretaste of something, you prepare to perform. I wanted to extend it indefinitely, enjoy it more than they could actually last. Enjoy a coffee. Delaying the start of the day, staying off before facing anything, and listen to music with a friend, was a time that belonged to that class of moments.
-Why of the Financial Police helicopter, crashed during a single flight control, and there are no official reasons? -
Matthew spoke with a warm voice, turning down the volume of the guitars of Rage Against the Machine, and finally broke my hold.
I sat on the bed and turned on the phone.
-The craziest thing is I said, clearing his voice,-if indeed it was a simple mission control, because the pilot of the harbor inquires about a possible goal? And ever since then as the sea has swallowed the answer? -
-Bravo. You because when you put it you can run the little brain? Offer me a cigarette and take a look at this paper-,
Television news and newspapers, had completely ignored the story, and after a few months in Sardinia, a pall of silence, omerta, a race of ostriches which alternated with the cover up their heads, and not only that, he lost interest in the majority of public opinion.
-Here, look at the record of the event .-
there was a page of a newspaper Sardinian downloaded from the Internet, we read together with the same religious silence that we observed in a crypt in a church, or a temple of mysteries.
-See this is the journalist that it is primarily interested. The article and a few weeks after the accident-
As the words flowed with the eyes, in my mind vividly imagined the Augusta 109 helicopter of the Guardia di Finanza, getting airborne at 18.40 on 2 March 1994 military airport Cagliari Elmas, and as a constant refrain in my mind, I repeated, "a mission control official reason along the coast of Capo Carbonara.
looked at Matthew, and spirals of smoke from his cigarette, which were scattered in my room, circling compact and heavy as our thoughts.
I thought of the small cabin of the airplane, I thought as we Maurizio Serra thirty years, and Gianluigi Demuro forty years, and I did not know if they were calm, or thesis as rightly it should be when you have a specific mission, and do not you get up in the air for routine
Routine.
Events that repeat themselves.
Situations return.
mission-control-whipping I said, while Matthew continued to read the air in disgust.
imagined the dove, which plowed the sea as is normal, and escorted to the helicopter. I saw a dark sea, proud, with waves and regular rhythm.
Then suddenly the damn phrase "we are on target," a turn of 360 degrees, and the helicopter disappeared from radar and out of my mind.
listened deaf explosion, a flash and then nothing.
Sea, sea, sea swallows, and silence, a deafening silence. What
also joined me and Teo, that afternoon.
looked at the window. Dirty water and almost dark.
-Look at ', after takeoff the pilots have to communicate to the patrol boat out of the radio system and high flow HFSSB, and that they can not maintain control with the base operating Elmas: ask to keep the Columbine
-same-only that it would have sufficed to cancel! - I added firmly.
-pity that you accept and ask the helicopter support ship radio contact every five miles-Matt replies with a finger on the paper, slightly damp from the rain made. The last
radio track was left out of the helicopter at 19E15, and radar to 19e18 at which time his position was 131 ° nine miles south of Capo Carbonara. The patrol boat tried
a new contact at 19E20, and then went up to 19e30 in vain, when inexplicably suspended each attempt.
-Christ but did not give the alarm-added, grinning with rage.
-E does not launch even after the base is detected by the patrol boat at 19e50, holy ... god ... after 20 long minutes -
Rescuers went so late, some fragments were found in Cap-Ferrat, with other divers from Capo Carbonara hired by relatives of the pilots, then the research was suspended.
Days after the Lerici class destroyers, felt about for months with their electronic eyes on the sea bed around Capo Ferrato.
Matthew cleared his throat: - It 's amazing, the same vessels after the war in Kosovo have found and recovered the small fragmentation bombs special, dropped by NATO bombers have not been able to find the wreck of the helicopter, or some significant piece, which could help to explain the incident-Ti-
wonder so much? -
not answered.
I made a barrel. I made very large. I put on the stereo Dark Side of the Moon
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, and Matthew crouched down on the couch in front of me.
Hypnotic notes of Pink Floyd, accompanied our silent journey. I picked up a cigarette to great rhythms. I imagined a giant chessboard, peopled with kings and queens, bishops diagonally cut that the regularity of the squares, towers castling Unbreakable, horses jumping invisible, and pedestrians killed for a check not crazy, but crazy.
I thought to myself. I wanted to be a journalist. I thought the stage. I'm not excited at all. Maybe I was too cocky and very courageous. The idea to shut myself up in an office writing silly short articles of local news or sports, and that they must be adept at licking asses in motion, made me shudder.
"This is the only way Alexander learn the little things, from the bottom, like everyone else, and with your skills you can become good. " The calm and reassuring voice of my father, petted my slumber with the roar of the rain.
I was not presumptuous. I was no longer good or different.
I just wanted to be free.
I wanted a Guinness with clover embroidered on the white foam and dense.
I wanted the hands of Georgia on my chest.
I wanted it to stop raining.
I wanted a sausage sandwich with onions and mayonnaise.
I wanted that Matthew had the strength to turn another barrel.
I wanted to leave for Cape Verde.
I wanted to make the right decision. 
No ray of light passing from the shutter, I had forgotten to turn down the night before.
I opened my left eye fatigue. I felt bloated, still sleepy, with excruciating pain and continued between the temples.
Yet the smoke of yesterday was very good, Thomas and I had never given bad stuff.
spread on the pillow, with a superhuman effort that put a strain on my hamstrings, I managed to turn the alarm to my eyes half shut. Hours
15e45 PM
-fucking-biascicai appicicate with lips on the palate.
Tracannai sips of water from a bottle lifesaving the edge of the bed.
I slept like a stoned junkie. I stayed another fifteen hours, had it not been for that annoying headache.
I got up from bed, with the speed of a narcoleptic sloth.
While I was thinking that after a shower I immediately called Thomas, my great friend and official supplier of spinels, a yawn from cramps in the jaw, I stopped in front of the mirror by returning the projection of me.
hair matted and dirty, unshaven and fluffy, slit tearful eye, white stretch T-shirt, with holes just behind the shoulders, black pants and chipped.
I sucked, and I needed a woman. Urgently. He played
the bell.
At home there was an almost unreal silence. Karin, my American roommate was definitely out. Yoko my roommate there was Korean or not, made little difference.
walked along the corridor, which grew with every step endless.
-Arrival ..! - Who-is-
-fool-Open the door, like a bucket of ice water to the voice of Matthew woke me up completely.
-But please, come on ... what a pleasure my friend ..! _
Matthew walked in, looked at me disgusted, and large strides began to head towards my room. I noticed that the jacket was soaked with water, holding something under his arm.
-I knew you were still in bed, sub-species of parasite state-
-If you knew, you could avoid breaking balls
-Si-so slept until tomorrow .. bum. Ah congratulations for the pants ... I'm a jewelry
.- He sat at the computer, picked up the shutters, and was wearing jacket with waiting for the lighting of the PC.
It was raining hard. A sky
zinc covering the dark houses in the center of Florence.
me-holy God, "said the head is bursting with casualties.
-Pure to you? I have a water heater today, instead of mine. After a name is Thomas and I do make money. But he does, he starts to smoke shit friends now? -
-smoking has nothing to do with Tommy. I know why we have headaches .-
-Oh yeah? Feel diagnosis, eminent Dr. Rassu ..- I said grinning-
He stroked his chin and his facial expression turned into a prince of the hole with a solid reputation.
-What to do? Eh? What the hell kind of goal?
since yesterday night that I think about it, I turn around in bed, I tortured brain-
You're crazy. Treated
I thought that maybe the smoke of Thomas was not so bad. My wise friend Matt, with his feet on the ground, and flew into the ether of the incomprehensible raving.
-Sorry but what the hell you talking about? -
He looked at me with a look of defiance and anger, frowning eyebrows and staring at my eyes, surprised.
-You know what I mean, he said.
-I make a coffee- I replied, as my neurons began finally to wake up really.
-is good. Make the coffee-
reluctantly wore the sweat pants and went into the kitchen. I understood perfectly. Our state secret, had not lasted more than one night.
I went into the room with two steaming cups.
-Are you alone? -
-Si. Perhaps there is a Korean, but is sealed in his room. "
I loved waking up late. I loved the expectations. Those moments that separate you from doing. Foretaste of something, you prepare to perform. I wanted to extend it indefinitely, enjoy it more than they could actually last. Enjoy a coffee. Delaying the start of the day, staying off before facing anything, and listen to music with a friend, was a time that belonged to that class of moments.
-Why of the Financial Police helicopter, crashed during a single flight control, and there are no official reasons? -
Matthew spoke with a warm voice, turning down the volume of the guitars of Rage Against the Machine, and finally broke my hold.
I sat on the bed and turned on the phone.
-The craziest thing is I said, clearing his voice,-if indeed it was a simple mission control, because the pilot of the harbor inquires about a possible goal? And ever since then as the sea has swallowed the answer? -
-Bravo. You because when you put it you can run the little brain? Offer me a cigarette and take a look at this paper-,
Television news and newspapers, had completely ignored the story, and after a few months in Sardinia, a pall of silence, omerta, a race of ostriches which alternated with the cover up their heads, and not only that, he lost interest in the majority of public opinion.
-Here, look at the record of the event .-
there was a page of a newspaper Sardinian downloaded from the Internet, we read together with the same religious silence that we observed in a crypt in a church, or a temple of mysteries.
-See this is the journalist that it is primarily interested. The article and a few weeks after the accident-
As the words flowed with the eyes, in my mind vividly imagined the Augusta 109 helicopter of the Guardia di Finanza, getting airborne at 18.40 on 2 March 1994 military airport Cagliari Elmas, and as a constant refrain in my mind, I repeated, "a mission control official reason along the coast of Capo Carbonara.
looked at Matthew, and spirals of smoke from his cigarette, which were scattered in my room, circling compact and heavy as our thoughts.
I thought of the small cabin of the airplane, I thought as we Maurizio Serra thirty years, and Gianluigi Demuro forty years, and I did not know if they were calm, or thesis as rightly it should be when you have a specific mission, and do not you get up in the air for routine
Routine.
Events that repeat themselves.
Situations return.
mission-control-whipping I said, while Matthew continued to read the air in disgust.
imagined the dove, which plowed the sea as is normal, and escorted to the helicopter. I saw a dark sea, proud, with waves and regular rhythm.
Then suddenly the damn phrase "we are on target," a turn of 360 degrees, and the helicopter disappeared from radar and out of my mind.
listened deaf explosion, a flash and then nothing.
Sea, sea, sea swallows, and silence, a deafening silence. What
also joined me and Teo, that afternoon.
looked at the window. Dirty water and almost dark.
-Look at ', after takeoff the pilots have to communicate to the patrol boat out of the radio system and high flow HFSSB, and that they can not maintain control with the base operating Elmas: ask to keep the Columbine
-same-only that it would have sufficed to cancel! - I added firmly.
-pity that you accept and ask the helicopter support ship radio contact every five miles-Matt replies with a finger on the paper, slightly damp from the rain made. The last
radio track was left out of the helicopter at 19E15, and radar to 19e18 at which time his position was 131 ° nine miles south of Capo Carbonara. The patrol boat tried
a new contact at 19E20, and then went up to 19e30 in vain, when inexplicably suspended each attempt.
-Christ but did not give the alarm-added, grinning with rage.
-E does not launch even after the base is detected by the patrol boat at 19e50, holy ... god ... after 20 long minutes -
Rescuers went so late, some fragments were found in Cap-Ferrat, with other divers from Capo Carbonara hired by relatives of the pilots, then the research was suspended.
Days after the Lerici class destroyers, felt about for months with their electronic eyes on the sea bed around Capo Ferrato.
Matthew cleared his throat: - It 's amazing, the same vessels after the war in Kosovo have found and recovered the small fragmentation bombs special, dropped by NATO bombers have not been able to find the wreck of the helicopter, or some significant piece, which could help to explain the incident-Ti-
wonder so much? -
not answered.
I made a barrel. I made very large. I put on the stereo Dark Side of the Moon
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, and Matthew crouched down on the couch in front of me.
Hypnotic notes of Pink Floyd, accompanied our silent journey. I picked up a cigarette to great rhythms. I imagined a giant chessboard, peopled with kings and queens, bishops diagonally cut that the regularity of the squares, towers castling Unbreakable, horses jumping invisible, and pedestrians killed for a check not crazy, but crazy.
I thought to myself. I wanted to be a journalist. I thought the stage. I'm not excited at all. Maybe I was too cocky and very courageous. The idea to shut myself up in an office writing silly short articles of local news or sports, and that they must be adept at licking asses in motion, made me shudder.
"This is the only way Alexander learn the little things, from the bottom, like everyone else, and with your skills you can become good. " The calm and reassuring voice of my father, petted my slumber with the roar of the rain.
I was not presumptuous. I was no longer good or different.
I just wanted to be free.
I wanted a Guinness with clover embroidered on the white foam and dense.
I wanted the hands of Georgia on my chest.
I wanted it to stop raining.
I wanted a sausage sandwich with onions and mayonnaise.
I wanted that Matthew had the strength to turn another barrel.
I wanted to leave for Cape Verde.
I wanted to make the right decision.
Friday, November 3, 2006
Clip Art Whoppie Pies
Condor 177
"Condor 177 Elmas you hear me? Step "
" Next 177 Condor will hear loud and clear. What is your position? "
" fly over Capo Carbonara, a few moments we are on target to Capo Ferrato "
" Condor 177 which target?
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .. "
" Condor 177 hear me pass? "
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .... "
"Condor 177 what is your position?"
The tape hiss that was dying, like a worm crept into our minds. The silence between us was so intense, that the noise of the recording made us jump.
What goal?. What harm could have the objective of the Financial Police helicopter, which had risen in flight 2 March of that year, for a simple mission control?. For five long minutes
nobody uttered a single syllable.
As my usual, I decided to split our solitary thoughts and at least meet them.
I lit the joint of maryuana I had carefully rolled, and I turned to Julie, who was walking back and forth between the window and the desktop stereo.
-Wait. Send the tape back a little and listen carefully-
NDOR 177 ".... what is your position? Shshsh ... .. ... .. frrr click "
-Shit. I thought I heard something before the end! -
Julie and Matthew turned to me a dirty look.
not enough that I brought you? said Giulio make mandatory.
-Other than a lawyer, you should make the thief my dear, you've always been number one in the next fuck-said.
-I see no difference, "added Matthew grinning. Not already work for one of the most famous "thieves" in Florence? -
-Hey guys, let's go with this plan trivia ... soon you too will lawyers defend the category ... ..-
Matthew, took a long breath after I passed the joint. We looked accomplices knowing that neither of us this year, it would support the state exam to practice.
-C 'is another thing that I must tell you guys. Take off all the heroic aspirations, if they have never entertained in your heart may be faint-hearted. It 'been applied to the state secret-
this matter was always a pleasure to listen to the irreverent tone of solemn and plastically Giulio, but that last sentence was like a whip, one that will leave a mark, the kind that make you remember the books read, already seen the film, the endless discussions that seem to always go to events far away, good to rant and defend ideals, but never so close, never so real and alive, before our eyes and our ears.
Teo did not read novels. Annoyed him. But animal consumed voraciously every book, every essay on the great mysteries of our country. Ustica, Bologna station, italicus, was his obsession and passion. Excerpts of proceedings, investigations, books repented, journalists and judges of alleged perpetrators. Emphasized. Highlighted. Remembered. And s'incazzava. Exactly one year earlier, he had managed to bring an event of commemoration, organized by the victims of the massacre Bologna train station. I stopped reading novels and newspapers only sports. And from that day, I began to get angry a bit 'too.
The door of the small living room suddenly opened.
-So big boy come and eat or not? -
voice calm, but firm of Sara, we walked into the kitchen where we were waiting and Chiara scented pasta with sardines.
Teo and I were visibly upset, but hunger got the better chemistry.
Here I am, single in front of two couples, I now happening with increasing frequency. Now I could really say to feel good. George was a distant memory, like a latent embers alive but covered with ash.
I enjoyed watching the scenes of loving Matthew. I never expected his decision to go to live with Sara. I began to think that the image of me than me forty-five, white forelock and wrinkles on the eye, at the entrance of some club for teenagers, you might have to turn into reality.
Sarah was a pretty girl, long curly hair and large blacks, a pale face framed by smooth and regular features. He loved reading and watching movies involved and tedious, worked for the Italian branch of an NGO in Florence. Quiet and reserved. Perfect for Marco. So very far away from the woman that I wanted.
-Ale and a rag of a woman you just can not keep it? - I said, smiling as he poured some more on my plate 'of spaghetti.
-Ma do not see that it is a rag man? - they said almost in unison Julie and Matthew both with his mouth full.
had been raining for two days. Continuously as it rains in Florence when it decides to rain.
April was a special for me and Matt were a few months since our graduation. Me in a few days I should start an internship with the newspaper La Nazione Tuscan. I had no intention of being a lawyer.
To be honest I would not have ever been able.
My friend was in the typical phase I call "cooling-foot", meaning that think and reflect. And think again. Think and think. But I always look at your feet and not go on, do not open your eyes and you decide. We kept
Mom and Dad's money, and other incidental income, legal or not.
I had been the only one of my friends who still buy some smoke, but that grass, the fantastic cuisine of Puglia Sara last cd Radiohead made us eat and talk about taste.
Julius and Claire, his beautiful girlfriend anonymous as they left early. I stayed as long as the loving glances between Mark and Sara are not turned into desire.
Not a word was said, on what we heard with a few hours earlier. I smoked only by the barrel
goodnight. Pontevecchio crossed, and his security guard, seized by uncontrollable sleep n, ell'abitacolo cold and uncomfortable for a white panda. I looked at a a sculpture in the Loggia, Piazza della Signoria in a desert. A sad saxophone notes filled the Uffizi, while I was on the porch light off Georgofili, I thought maybe we had placed our personal state secret. 
"Condor 177 Elmas you hear me? Step "
" Next 177 Condor will hear loud and clear. What is your position? "
" fly over Capo Carbonara, a few moments we are on target to Capo Ferrato "
" Condor 177 which target?
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .. "
" Condor 177 hear me pass? "
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .... "
"Condor 177 what is your position?"
The tape hiss that was dying, like a worm crept into our minds. The silence between us was so intense, that the noise of the recording made us jump.
What goal?. What harm could have the objective of the Financial Police helicopter, which had risen in flight 2 March of that year, for a simple mission control?. For five long minutes
nobody uttered a single syllable.
As my usual, I decided to split our solitary thoughts and at least meet them.
I lit the joint of maryuana I had carefully rolled, and I turned to Julie, who was walking back and forth between the window and the desktop stereo.
-Wait. Send the tape back a little and listen carefully-
NDOR 177 ".... what is your position? Shshsh ... .. ... .. frrr click "
-Shit. I thought I heard something before the end! -
Julie and Matthew turned to me a dirty look.
not enough that I brought you? said Giulio make mandatory.
-Other than a lawyer, you should make the thief my dear, you've always been number one in the next fuck-said.
-I see no difference, "added Matthew grinning. Not already work for one of the most famous "thieves" in Florence? -
-Hey guys, let's go with this plan trivia ... soon you too will lawyers defend the category ... ..-
Matthew, took a long breath after I passed the joint. We looked accomplices knowing that neither of us this year, it would support the state exam to practice.
-C 'is another thing that I must tell you guys. Take off all the heroic aspirations, if they have never entertained in your heart may be faint-hearted. It 'been applied to the state secret-
this matter was always a pleasure to listen to the irreverent tone of solemn and plastically Giulio, but that last sentence was like a whip, one that will leave a mark, the kind that make you remember the books read, already seen the film, the endless discussions that seem to always go to events far away, good to rant and defend ideals, but never so close, never so real and alive, before our eyes and our ears.
Teo did not read novels. Annoyed him. But animal consumed voraciously every book, every essay on the great mysteries of our country. Ustica, Bologna station, italicus, was his obsession and passion. Excerpts of proceedings, investigations, books repented, journalists and judges of alleged perpetrators. Emphasized. Highlighted. Remembered. And s'incazzava. Exactly one year earlier, he had managed to bring an event of commemoration, organized by the victims of the massacre Bologna train station. I stopped reading novels and newspapers only sports. And from that day, I began to get angry a bit 'too.
The door of the small living room suddenly opened.
-So big boy come and eat or not? -
voice calm, but firm of Sara, we walked into the kitchen where we were waiting and Chiara scented pasta with sardines.
Teo and I were visibly upset, but hunger got the better chemistry.
Here I am, single in front of two couples, I now happening with increasing frequency. Now I could really say to feel good. George was a distant memory, like a latent embers alive but covered with ash.
I enjoyed watching the scenes of loving Matthew. I never expected his decision to go to live with Sara. I began to think that the image of me than me forty-five, white forelock and wrinkles on the eye, at the entrance of some club for teenagers, you might have to turn into reality.
Sarah was a pretty girl, long curly hair and large blacks, a pale face framed by smooth and regular features. He loved reading and watching movies involved and tedious, worked for the Italian branch of an NGO in Florence. Quiet and reserved. Perfect for Marco. So very far away from the woman that I wanted.
-Ale and a rag of a woman you just can not keep it? - I said, smiling as he poured some more on my plate 'of spaghetti.
-Ma do not see that it is a rag man? - they said almost in unison Julie and Matthew both with his mouth full.
had been raining for two days. Continuously as it rains in Florence when it decides to rain.
April was a special for me and Matt were a few months since our graduation. Me in a few days I should start an internship with the newspaper La Nazione Tuscan. I had no intention of being a lawyer.
To be honest I would not have ever been able.
My friend was in the typical phase I call "cooling-foot", meaning that think and reflect. And think again. Think and think. But I always look at your feet and not go on, do not open your eyes and you decide. We kept
Mom and Dad's money, and other incidental income, legal or not.
I had been the only one of my friends who still buy some smoke, but that grass, the fantastic cuisine of Puglia Sara last cd Radiohead made us eat and talk about taste.
Julius and Claire, his beautiful girlfriend anonymous as they left early. I stayed as long as the loving glances between Mark and Sara are not turned into desire.
Not a word was said, on what we heard with a few hours earlier. I smoked only by the barrel
goodnight. Pontevecchio crossed, and his security guard, seized by uncontrollable sleep n, ell'abitacolo cold and uncomfortable for a white panda. I looked at a a sculpture in the Loggia, Piazza della Signoria in a desert. A sad saxophone notes filled the Uffizi, while I was on the porch light off Georgofili, I thought maybe we had placed our personal state secret.
Monday, October 30, 2006
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I'M NOT SCARED
passed the first houses, those in the front row. Those that you wake up and yawning sea. Ping a magic silence broken shock absorber. The mastic accompanies my path swings, l'arbre magique-shaped leaf of marijuana hung in the mirror, oscillating at each hole I make. A strong smell of grass transpires from the seats, I think I can safely say The previous owner of this car was anything but a healthy.
I keep a slow pace. I'm on the edge of the ridge of rock beneath which begins on the beach. I can see several blocks of clay, collapsed in the sand. Step oblique to a machine that moves from hazy firm unequivocally, the sail of a kite on the horizon seems to be my guide.
advance slowly for 50 meters.
another machine. E 'that of Matthew. Here we are.
get down on the shoreline fouling the habit of clay dust, The beach is deserted.
Now it has become the hot summer. Take a deep breath, I feel a new sense of anguish. I get lost in gliding and kite spirals upward colored plows the sea and the wind goes. I think maybe it's never too late to remove his regret for something that was not done in his time.
-not beautiful? -
taking me around like a spring. Behind me in cream crew neck cotton sweater, baggy jeans, completely shaved and gleaming in the sun that beats, Matthew uses the latest shots of her ever-present Marlboro red.
It 's a short hug. load. eloquent.
-We should have done ten years ago, remember? - He began his career as if he had any emotion scratched.
-Ten years ago we did not even have the money to the table.
-not a question of money Ale and you know it well. We removed all our desires. When they were strong. When they were passions. To fly over the sea I have not yet passed
.- Matthew is not cold. It 'much more sensitive than me. But do not confess a weakness or a problem, even under the most cruel tortures.
-What else should you not pass? -, The apostrophe nailing it with his eyes.
-one that too many years have you stopped! - I answered without taking a moment for her big brown eyes from my small and light.
Neither has ever given first when we stare.
has a look so determined and tough, that seems strange coming from his round face, with features regular and delicate.
I think what we're different. And complementary. Perhaps this has always united us. Mutual respect and curiosity to discover and learn the qualities that he wanted to steal one another, adding to their own.
-Wow that makes the jump! - Breaks the silence indicating kite flying over the boats moored in the water.
nod, and try to observe his own genuine envy that guy a lot of fun and brings a kite in the sky and sea.
-holy God, but how hot it is? -
Marco looked at me laughing.
-You know I still can not get used to seeing you dressed like that? I know I'm telling you for years now but to me you're always a barbarian imprisoned in a full-Lo ..-
I say it is from God and you are envious-
I can not finish the sentence, burst into laughter as I took off the jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and both rolled up his trousers above his knees.
It 's a wonderful day. The wind is dropping. The sun is filled with cool water and warm on the zenith of our calves on the shore.
-What have you discovered Matthew? - I ask suddenly. A question DS. A gun to whip inevitable that goes straight and waited.
pressing the foot is up to squirt water, but I interrupt his movement in half.
Give me a cigarette, she asks the decision without looking at me.
a long breath.
We sit a little further, on two slabs of smooth rock and smooth, with your feet above the water. Ale-
we. I found the piece that was left-un'entusiasmo speaks with almost childlike, but with cheeks zealous anger. As if he saw the time to yell everything he had into it. As if waiting for other things, that throwing out all accumulated frustration. As if someone now would allow this.
It bathes the polished skull. The massages, welcoming its perfect roundness.
-So where are the pieces of the helicopter-
few words dried, marked up, while his gaze is lost to the island of Maldiventre, thanks to clear skies and clear, now is clearly visible to the naked eye.
remain silent and motionless.
-To be precise, I'm going to be people who will tell me where they hid the bloody carcass of helicopter-
I grab it firmly by the shoulders.
-You're a damn stubborn. We said we would not have spoken more. Have you forgotten? But who do you think you are? But what the fuck do you think? -
is free of my abrupt close, pouring out smoke from his cigarette, and looking for a few seconds long and sullen and threatening.
-you swore it did not want to know more. You kind of rabbit you coward stopped ruin your liver and look for a reason. You pretend not to know anything.
-I have no fear-
He damn reason. As I was damn reason to be afraid.
sdrammatizzante smiled.
-Matthew, I perhaps for the first time since Giorgio am in love again. I love my job. I love my life and I'm a fucking selfish. And so are you. Let's stop here. Together we have found the limit not be exceeded, we enjoy life together now aware that there is something rotten and that there will
-breath.
-that center us? We knew too
.- Six-pathetic-Matthew superimposes its set to voice my sentences.
do not know if I said that shit while I face credible. I do not even believe me.
We wish a long time. As always.
A ray of light divides us, and reflects on His head shaved. The sea smooth as oil writes and erases his secrets of water on the sand.
A corner of my mouth stretches into a grimace slightly hinted at gradually. Not many seconds pass before another loud laughter overwhelm us.
-forgotten everything? Sometimes you sciacquetta has clouded your brain? Do not tell me you're going to sell old playboy from peanuts, please let me laugh again ... - Matthew continues without ceasing to do with me.
-say-I have not forgotten anything decided choking our laughter.
-I remember everything .-
I thought all we had before. Every time I close the ass by fear. Every time I felt close to a hero discover something great. Whenever I felt helpless and stupid. Whenever someone had frustrated our attempts to shed some light. Every time I reached the dark. Fear. The threat. Yield.
-We have done more than we could. Son's been ten years since that incident. We said just the right time. Believe me-
Matthew expects impassive as a sphinx, the end of my outburst.
Then, her voice warms the air with the sun.
-Ale, listen to me. It's not just the fear that stopped us. We missed something or someone. Now we have them both. We stopped trying and now we have the man we were looking for. And 'the man who can provide answers to families of these two men. E 'stamp endorsing all that is known, but no one could prove
-Mario Zedda. We called him the ghost. She had always been the key hidden. The continuous variable of the whole affair. Silenced. Forced to disappear. Forced to come to terms with his guilt.
now speaks only to the sea. Between us silence noisy electrical load of new hopes and old fears.
-How can you be so sure? Why would someone want to talk right now and risk his life, a tragedy that no one thinks anymore?
I stop my sentences thrown back in his throat. I did not need to answer. I would not have pulled back for the world.
-game tonight for Brazil-
me a big hug.
-Are you with me my friend?
-Son with you .-
I looked away, smiling.
had to meet the ghost. I just had to wait for his signal. Wait. We had to beat them on time. The sea-
returns everything! - Yelled before getting in the car and start the engine.
I could not stop him. I did not want to stop it.
all began 10 years ago. By chance. Per game. For rabies. To unconsciousness. There cagavamo below. As before. Much more than before. But there was the desire to come back together the pieces of the damn helicopter. We knew what was behind, but we could not go forward. We believed again. As two recent graduates in their thirties confused, immature, and irresponsible, who decided to find out what had really happened, the day when the sea swallowed up forever the 'Condor Augusta 177 helicopter. 
I'M NOT SCARED
passed the first houses, those in the front row. Those that you wake up and yawning sea. Ping a magic silence broken shock absorber. The mastic accompanies my path swings, l'arbre magique-shaped leaf of marijuana hung in the mirror, oscillating at each hole I make. A strong smell of grass transpires from the seats, I think I can safely say The previous owner of this car was anything but a healthy.
I keep a slow pace. I'm on the edge of the ridge of rock beneath which begins on the beach. I can see several blocks of clay, collapsed in the sand. Step oblique to a machine that moves from hazy firm unequivocally, the sail of a kite on the horizon seems to be my guide.
advance slowly for 50 meters.
another machine. E 'that of Matthew. Here we are.
get down on the shoreline fouling the habit of clay dust, The beach is deserted.
Now it has become the hot summer. Take a deep breath, I feel a new sense of anguish. I get lost in gliding and kite spirals upward colored plows the sea and the wind goes. I think maybe it's never too late to remove his regret for something that was not done in his time.
-not beautiful? -
taking me around like a spring. Behind me in cream crew neck cotton sweater, baggy jeans, completely shaved and gleaming in the sun that beats, Matthew uses the latest shots of her ever-present Marlboro red.
It 's a short hug. load. eloquent.
-We should have done ten years ago, remember? - He began his career as if he had any emotion scratched.
-Ten years ago we did not even have the money to the table.
-not a question of money Ale and you know it well. We removed all our desires. When they were strong. When they were passions. To fly over the sea I have not yet passed
.- Matthew is not cold. It 'much more sensitive than me. But do not confess a weakness or a problem, even under the most cruel tortures.
-What else should you not pass? -, The apostrophe nailing it with his eyes.
-one that too many years have you stopped! - I answered without taking a moment for her big brown eyes from my small and light.
Neither has ever given first when we stare.
has a look so determined and tough, that seems strange coming from his round face, with features regular and delicate.
I think what we're different. And complementary. Perhaps this has always united us. Mutual respect and curiosity to discover and learn the qualities that he wanted to steal one another, adding to their own.
-Wow that makes the jump! - Breaks the silence indicating kite flying over the boats moored in the water.
nod, and try to observe his own genuine envy that guy a lot of fun and brings a kite in the sky and sea.
-holy God, but how hot it is? -
Marco looked at me laughing.
-You know I still can not get used to seeing you dressed like that? I know I'm telling you for years now but to me you're always a barbarian imprisoned in a full-Lo ..-
I say it is from God and you are envious-
I can not finish the sentence, burst into laughter as I took off the jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and both rolled up his trousers above his knees.
It 's a wonderful day. The wind is dropping. The sun is filled with cool water and warm on the zenith of our calves on the shore.
-What have you discovered Matthew? - I ask suddenly. A question DS. A gun to whip inevitable that goes straight and waited.
pressing the foot is up to squirt water, but I interrupt his movement in half.
Give me a cigarette, she asks the decision without looking at me.
a long breath.
We sit a little further, on two slabs of smooth rock and smooth, with your feet above the water. Ale-
we. I found the piece that was left-un'entusiasmo speaks with almost childlike, but with cheeks zealous anger. As if he saw the time to yell everything he had into it. As if waiting for other things, that throwing out all accumulated frustration. As if someone now would allow this.
It bathes the polished skull. The massages, welcoming its perfect roundness.
-So where are the pieces of the helicopter-
few words dried, marked up, while his gaze is lost to the island of Maldiventre, thanks to clear skies and clear, now is clearly visible to the naked eye.
remain silent and motionless.
-To be precise, I'm going to be people who will tell me where they hid the bloody carcass of helicopter-
I grab it firmly by the shoulders.
-You're a damn stubborn. We said we would not have spoken more. Have you forgotten? But who do you think you are? But what the fuck do you think? -
is free of my abrupt close, pouring out smoke from his cigarette, and looking for a few seconds long and sullen and threatening.
-you swore it did not want to know more. You kind of rabbit you coward stopped ruin your liver and look for a reason. You pretend not to know anything.
-I have no fear-
He damn reason. As I was damn reason to be afraid.
sdrammatizzante smiled.
-Matthew, I perhaps for the first time since Giorgio am in love again. I love my job. I love my life and I'm a fucking selfish. And so are you. Let's stop here. Together we have found the limit not be exceeded, we enjoy life together now aware that there is something rotten and that there will
-breath.
-that center us? We knew too
.- Six-pathetic-Matthew superimposes its set to voice my sentences.
do not know if I said that shit while I face credible. I do not even believe me.
We wish a long time. As always.
A ray of light divides us, and reflects on His head shaved. The sea smooth as oil writes and erases his secrets of water on the sand.
A corner of my mouth stretches into a grimace slightly hinted at gradually. Not many seconds pass before another loud laughter overwhelm us.
-forgotten everything? Sometimes you sciacquetta has clouded your brain? Do not tell me you're going to sell old playboy from peanuts, please let me laugh again ... - Matthew continues without ceasing to do with me.
-say-I have not forgotten anything decided choking our laughter.
-I remember everything .-
I thought all we had before. Every time I close the ass by fear. Every time I felt close to a hero discover something great. Whenever I felt helpless and stupid. Whenever someone had frustrated our attempts to shed some light. Every time I reached the dark. Fear. The threat. Yield.
-We have done more than we could. Son's been ten years since that incident. We said just the right time. Believe me-
Matthew expects impassive as a sphinx, the end of my outburst.
Then, her voice warms the air with the sun.
-Ale, listen to me. It's not just the fear that stopped us. We missed something or someone. Now we have them both. We stopped trying and now we have the man we were looking for. And 'the man who can provide answers to families of these two men. E 'stamp endorsing all that is known, but no one could prove
-Mario Zedda. We called him the ghost. She had always been the key hidden. The continuous variable of the whole affair. Silenced. Forced to disappear. Forced to come to terms with his guilt.
now speaks only to the sea. Between us silence noisy electrical load of new hopes and old fears.
-How can you be so sure? Why would someone want to talk right now and risk his life, a tragedy that no one thinks anymore?
I stop my sentences thrown back in his throat. I did not need to answer. I would not have pulled back for the world.
-game tonight for Brazil-
me a big hug.
-Are you with me my friend?
-Son with you .-
I looked away, smiling.
had to meet the ghost. I just had to wait for his signal. Wait. We had to beat them on time. The sea-
returns everything! - Yelled before getting in the car and start the engine.
I could not stop him. I did not want to stop it.
all began 10 years ago. By chance. Per game. For rabies. To unconsciousness. There cagavamo below. As before. Much more than before. But there was the desire to come back together the pieces of the damn helicopter. We knew what was behind, but we could not go forward. We believed again. As two recent graduates in their thirties confused, immature, and irresponsible, who decided to find out what had really happened, the day when the sea swallowed up forever the 'Condor Augusta 177 helicopter.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Pros And Cons For Organ Sale
deathbed
I bask in my thoughts looking at old photographs of my friends, fragments of life, film faded and yellowed healthy carriers of memories for me still alive. I loved to be caressed by the warmth of the past. Engulfed and relive it. Press and hold the pause button and stop to dilate. Dilute. Slowly take a drug made of situations experienced. A drug free which I had my one and pusher of personal trust.
cane back office, padding my silent emotional onanism.
-Ale ... .... ... ... Hey Ale Ale your phone rings for 5 minutes. answer! -
The determined voice of Silvia I suddenly catapult away from my memories, and so far as it had always been since it came into my life, brings me back to reality very quickly. Now answer
-relaxed-
Private number. Result
few seconds.
-Ready-
-Am-Matthew
-Gee Teo! What a surprise! I have at hand a picture of us ten years ago. Remember when ... - Al-
must-see stop me now with dark voice.
-But you .. what happened? .. Hey-
-take the first plane tomorrow, I'll wait I'll call you in Sardinia to tell you where.
Matthew speaks softly but leaves no room for replicas.
- Do not ask more. Do not call Sarah, she knows nothing.
-But why? Matthew's happening? Matthew .. oh?
you-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu you you you you ... ... ....
remain motionless with a cell phone in hand, staring eyes and a sense of emptiness.
-Hey baby were with God in the phone? Pass it to me I have to say something too me?. Ale there? ... What have you got? - I
Silvia steals the joint, takes a hit and crumpled in the ashtray on the glass coffee table.
me off his tie while listening to the rustling leaves his shirt collar. She looks at me curiously.
-Nothing is ... ok .-
-Mah ... From the move that is ready-
-Arrival .-
I run to the bathroom. I know my friend for 24 years. And 'something really strange happened.
something serious ... I have no idea what it might be.
not true I have no idea. Something is coming back from the past.
are white-faced.
The voice of Matthew was much louder than his words with no reasons for the trip that I will do tomorrow.
I do a wash the face.
I try not to worry about Silvia, I remember the rules and now more than ever should be observed. I take a deep breath, close the valve and open the door to the first.
Almost.
-Dai Ale that is cold. The Doors damage to the canvas. Your favorite movie right? -
Oh well ... Pass the salt please-
have dinner in a hurry, I pretended interest and participation for what it really is a film that I love, and for this reason that I've seen forty-five times.
The enthusiasm and joy of Silvia, who sat with his mandolin made me fall in love in two months ago, now irritate me and make me nervous. Little
hunger. Few words. Many thoughts.
.... This is the end .. my only friend the end ... .... The blue bus is calling us .. Silvia
hums kidnapped and happy brushing his hands. Yes dear Jim
someone is calling. It is not a psychedelic blue bus. We are not in the desert. I would like a peyote Jim hour.
-As we are serious ... did you see that fantastic shorts I bought are?-She \u200b\u200bwhispers brushing the earlobe with his lips warm.
-Si-
nice quick meal. White sofa. Me and Silvia. Crouching. Close, but distant.
His fingers began to creep like snakes malicious on my thighs, with your fingertips follow the seams of trousers, along the belt, leaving back his shirt buttons open on their way to stretched skin and chills.
It 's a tiny pixie curly raven-haired, slightly almond-shaped eyes and mouth regularly. Sensuality whiskers, innocent and spontaneous, for which I momentarily lost my mind.
My head is now neck. My brain on the bedside table.
-morrow I must go to Milan-Milan-
? -
-We have a congress and the client must be planned now-
-Offi .. but you promised me that he went ...
-Tomorrow I am going to Milan. Stop. -
-Mamma mia ... that nervousness is not any chicken that is knocking on this door-girl says a voice from brushing his chest .- Do not you put the card busy ..? -
begins to make a kitten. All women know how to become cat, but some also grow whiskers and claws. Silvia was one of them.
We had sex all night.
do not know how I did. Anxiety gripped me. But it was not the best way to think, to escape from my feelings, not to talk and confide in, not to let her know anything, do not worry. Precisely for this reason I began to think of loving her.
The acid sound of the alarm clock off my miserable hours of sleep.
reached out and turn off the alarm with the eyelids and lips glued.
are in a coma. I sleep a bastard. The anxiety I shake the brain as a shock, as a fall on deaf ears. I open my eyes and I am in yesterday. But I have to face today. Silvia
sleeping. Better that way.
My typical moody post-awakening touch new heights. One of his hands trying in vain to stop shooting toward my slippers. Through the passage with the cloth in his hand.
I turn on the radio in the bathroom.
and ... all the children are insane ...
Even the doors. The end yet.
As a soundtrack. Jim Morrison still wakes up with me and the accompanying roar of water drops on my body, my brain, my bad thoughts. But do not wash them away.
I construct a hypothetical case from a business trip. Tie a tie. Tie my words in his mouth. Tie a kiss to the woman that night, maybe during my restless dreams came into my world, but now can not remember anything in the morning.
are in front of a steaming hot cappuccino in the usual coffee shop.
A half-natural, thanks
.--L 'have taken great last night?-Nicholas mumbles to the bartender that makes a good start each year my day.
smile. Pag me away the hours lawyers, procurement, construction workers and students, who flock to the bar, waiting for their breakfast.
I take a taxi.
-All 'through airport-
I'm not afraid. The cowards have no fear. They flee before it. I'm going to make me be afraid.
not catch a flight attendant for so so beautiful. Stangoni a blonde with two emerald beads for eyes. He smiles. He does it all with the practice, but my mood is still entitled to it. He drew the newspaper's gossip
carefully concealed in the Corriere della Sera. A flight in the company of tits to the wind last tissue is what it takes to get to Sardinia. There are thirty
minutes to landing, while the hostess I need a glass of water with the same care that it would take for a flute of Dom Perignon. He has bony hands and nails well manicured.
I can doze off despite the fetid breath of the elderly fellow who fight all the way to my elbow, for the possession of the armrest of the chair. The exhausting fight will end in a draw. Welcome
-to-Air-Sardinia Cagliari thanks you and looks forward to welcoming you on board ...
Fuck you, you're the only ones who take this course and thank me for having chosen well.
go down the ladder and sniff deeply of the salty air of the island.
A pale sun, but hot, and I slurred speech drag in my country and because of my back.
It's hot. It is 10 am on a Tuesday in mid-April and is already a hot Executioner.
There is a fair go by the airport of Cagliari. Many jackets and ties, some Longetti and heels. And then they, the students beggars.
I pause to watch one that is in line for a sandwich. It has three cases older than him, long beard, jeans unmade. Inevitably remember my return, my pilgrimages university, my dreams.
-Ferrari! Alessandro Ferrari! -
Chi ... caz.
A voice not entirely unknown to me turns shooting, and blows a bubble as my thoughts.
The harsh law of the airports and stations. Someone who does not want to meet, always meet him at the end.
Claudio Chiarelli, Claudio Chiarelli's lawyer, former university knowledge, looks at me with eyes of mock surprise and ill-concealed superiority.
listening, nodding at regular intervals, pavoneggiante the story of the last decade of his life, and as he looked stiff in his dark gray suit and a tie hung in the largest of its brain, the fact that it has opened as a codpiece when I met him the appeal of private law, fifteen years earlier.
He became what he dreamed of being. A big shot. A servile and precise dolphin one of the most powerful and influential lawyers Rome.
-And you? how to turn life-my friend calls stared at from head to toe.
the word friend, I have a small risk of regurgitation and spit my coffee on the black of his shirt spotless.
-Not bad-I say, do I pay for the coffee and leave. Avoid
my attempt svicolante, uncomfortably putting a hand on his shoulder. My nerves are stretched. We never liked them. We do not like right now.
Hey, that crazy and your friend? What has happened? How was his name? - I
Matthew precise with metallic voice, pretending to forget her.
- ... ... Rassu Rassu is Matthew, but it is true that the antique dealer? Incredible ... I'd like someone like him review too. Why not organize a small reunion? -
I hear the throbbing tendons.
-Damn i'am I greet you dear Claudio. It 's always a pleasure to see someone emerge in this country of poor-me holds out his hand, almost embarrassed by my haste but visibly gratified by harping fake.
I take my bag and leave it there.
-See you soon, Ferrari-
-raised his hand and turned his back went on. Then I stop a second. I turn to him:-clear, take care ... and shut the cage! -
I get off the taxi and walk into a numb Cagliari by a sun which now has become more intense. The smell out of the port that I savor from the station, it mixes with salt appicicaticcia typical sensation on the skin.
watch the traffic of machines divided by rows of palm trees in two of Via Roma, where the white towers of the City Hall offer refinement and elegance. Cagliari
for me has always been the master of the ship and crew.
I need to call Matthew.
I just € 1. Knowing the capacity of my friend's summary should suffice.
rings.
-Si-ready
-Matthew-
-Ale-
Silence.
-Matteo I only have one euro coins, where you see-?
Ah-ah, you're always stingy in all circumstances-old boy
His laugh cheers me calm, but his tone becomes serious again and precise. Get-
the first train to Orissa. Should there be one in ten minutes, gets a car and see the sea, usually placed at 14e30. I've been clear? -
-Crystalline ... son of a bitch. How the hell the bill a machine-pressed back
-you-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu- you-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu ... ..
I put in the queue for the ticket.
And if it was a joke? And if I'm shooting a film in series c iperstressato my brain work? And damned if this had organized this farce, just to get a couple of days at sea with me like old times?. And he knows how many times I told him to stop playing to play the hero, I'm ten years since I talk about it anymore.
I've always been more afraid of him.
could not joke about certain things.
And I have more and more convinced that those things are.
Shit. Three minutes and I leave the train. The ticket office is deserted.
vain to ask two girls sitting nearby.
-Hei! -
beaten two vigorous blows on the glass and finally appears a fat and greasy mustache. Open shirt, curls of hair out and patches of sweat, he approaches the door and mutters something with his mouth full. I grab the note and sketch away.
laugh alone, while running, holding my tie with one hand and close the bag in the other. I'm making a trip back with my mind, forty, or twenty years is always the same thing. Still
Trains run after all my
succeed in losing one in Sardinia is very firm. Only at the end of the cigarette of a controller, and after a long and intense kiss between a young man in uniform and his girlfriend, the motor vehicle noise emanating claims is set in motion.
Welcome back to Mexico.
The train is full. Curse me the ticket that caused the delay. I can find a single empty seat. Before me, a nun with a hairy mole near the lip, and beside her, a woman in her 65s, very thin lips and a boldly colored fuchsia lipstick of place than ever.
I do not stand the sight.
run for cover, closing his eyes and let myself be kissed by the rays of warmth when filtered by window. I think Silvia.
When you try your best ... you do not succed.
What You Want When You Kept but not what you need ... When you feel so tired
But you can 'sleep ...
Open my eyes instinctively, the blue station Marriottsville. No sister, no fuchsia lipstick. A cute brunette with big eyes and dark is staring at me and smiles as he listens to his MP3 volume absurd.
I must have snored like an orangutan with asthma.
smiled back. Embarrassed I fix it on his jacket.
-Good choice, I love Coldplay, I have all their CD-I say by the indifferent.
But you can not hear me and continues to giggle.
Just a few minutes now.
Damn you Matthew.
I get a call from Silvia, brief, but enough to cheer me as only she can do.
time to lie shamelessly, close the phone, and hear the giggling brunette, this time put out the music and feel my lies. The train stops.
Oristano.
I take my suitcase and get out fast. None of my knowledge in the small, quiet resort.
front of the bar three young soldiers and two drunks. Later two boys smoking a joint next to a freight car.
I light a cigarette. I need a car. Fewer people call unless I have to give explanations. I value the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to visit my mother and my father. Discarded. Take too long and too many words.
I have a great desire to embrace them but ..
Idea. Carlo
the bodybuilder.
Problem solving. Here's what it's like this empty phrase curriculum.
comes out clean from possible trouble.
I make a phone call, some lies and condition are on the road that will take me to the place fixed for the meeting, the wheel of a heavenly Diane completely battered. More
I approach the source of my anxiety and not think about it. I drive with the air in your face and music in her eyes.
I feel the smell of my sea calling me. A slight breeze ripples the sounds, spreading them sparkling them together with those of my friend and brings them back to me.
We are neighbors. Road
white powder hot, dry Central. The jalopy is advancing, creating sounds never heard before in a cockpit. I smile, thinking of the face that will get seeing Matthew on this machine.
Now I am not afraid.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Soap Notes Examples And Occupational Therapy
This leaves
This leaves
How about I stop here? -
-I feel great. And just what we go down to the sea in front of a straw-
The wind that had risen in a timely amazing how almost every afternoon to cool a sunny winter day and still beautiful.
parked the car in front of the last strip of coast under which started the beach, became a thin strip of white sand and black algae due to the storms of recent days.
We were able to enjoy a cigarette sitting in the car and watch the waves ripple enjoying some good music. But we needed to feed the nostrils with the smell of our water, which tasted not too many months.
- For me it's like a drug. A sort of primordial soup .- I was about to launch into a speech peppered with typical my memories, melancholy, and the aftermath of pathos, but Matt now a couple of meters ahead of me could not hear me.
My silly flashback of his private comments and hyper-realistic desecrating did not make sense.
lit cigarette in silence.
greedily breathed in and smiles see my friends against its typical posture. Strictly black coat collar turned up, his left hand to take the two ends of the groove so that only a draft of wind could enter, look serious, almost severe. It was set up and play and I was fascinated to observe and wait as he broke the silence.
Ale-Oh ... you think? At your old trumpet that sort of cave .. old pig eh? -
nodded wide with nods and I thought maybe he was just as melancholy between the two. Then, with two jumps on the sand began to fall. The smell of seaweed
emaciated was intense. They were almost completely invaded the beach this summer that it was instead a charm. I could still to jump over a rock in water and cool my face and hair.
-Com 'is? - Where did you go? shouted Matthew
-From here ... the miser, the shoes I bought back if the bathrooms
-Ma-stop it! Of course you do not have problems, you're always dressed like ten years ago ... poor Johnny Depp .. Leather jacket, shirt, sunglasses, motorcycle .. but piantamela breed and grow as a seller of smoke-
laughed like a child when I spat in his face and his sarcasm mock contempt. I was about to reply but burst into uncontrollable laughter when a piece of clay rock collapsed under his weight causing him to fall like a sausage on a bed of seaweed stink.
-Do not move .. remains well-
I pulled out quickly the camera from its case and stopped the image. This photo-
you burn it ... ... damn paparazzi -
We would have taken for a ride even on his deathbed. 
This leaves
How about I stop here? -
-I feel great. And just what we go down to the sea in front of a straw-
The wind that had risen in a timely amazing how almost every afternoon to cool a sunny winter day and still beautiful.
parked the car in front of the last strip of coast under which started the beach, became a thin strip of white sand and black algae due to the storms of recent days.
We were able to enjoy a cigarette sitting in the car and watch the waves ripple enjoying some good music. But we needed to feed the nostrils with the smell of our water, which tasted not too many months.
- For me it's like a drug. A sort of primordial soup .- I was about to launch into a speech peppered with typical my memories, melancholy, and the aftermath of pathos, but Matt now a couple of meters ahead of me could not hear me.
My silly flashback of his private comments and hyper-realistic desecrating did not make sense.
lit cigarette in silence.
greedily breathed in and smiles see my friends against its typical posture. Strictly black coat collar turned up, his left hand to take the two ends of the groove so that only a draft of wind could enter, look serious, almost severe. It was set up and play and I was fascinated to observe and wait as he broke the silence.
Ale-Oh ... you think? At your old trumpet that sort of cave .. old pig eh? -
nodded wide with nods and I thought maybe he was just as melancholy between the two. Then, with two jumps on the sand began to fall. The smell of seaweed
emaciated was intense. They were almost completely invaded the beach this summer that it was instead a charm. I could still to jump over a rock in water and cool my face and hair.
-Com 'is? - Where did you go? shouted Matthew
-From here ... the miser, the shoes I bought back if the bathrooms
-Ma-stop it! Of course you do not have problems, you're always dressed like ten years ago ... poor Johnny Depp .. Leather jacket, shirt, sunglasses, motorcycle .. but piantamela breed and grow as a seller of smoke-
laughed like a child when I spat in his face and his sarcasm mock contempt. I was about to reply but burst into uncontrollable laughter when a piece of clay rock collapsed under his weight causing him to fall like a sausage on a bed of seaweed stink.
-Do not move .. remains well-
I pulled out quickly the camera from its case and stopped the image. This photo-
you burn it ... ... damn paparazzi -
We would have taken for a ride even on his deathbed.
Wednesday, October 4, 2006
Blue Highlights On Black Hair
New updates of satellite images
Now increase the areas covered by high-resolution photos of Google maps (the service used by maiom ). We report some spots of the western Ligurian Riviera , Alassio, Albenga, Loanhead and Varazze. If you've noticed updates in other Italian places, please leave a comment on this post. 
Now increase the areas covered by high-resolution photos of Google maps (the service used by maiom ). We report some spots of the western Ligurian Riviera , Alassio, Albenga, Loanhead and Varazze. If you've noticed updates in other Italian places, please leave a comment on this post.
Tuesday, October 3, 2006
Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis Stages
Maiom Presentation of the Top-IX
was held today at the Castello di Rivoli the study day organized by Duepuntozero Top-IX. The presentation of
maiom.com occurred in the section on mashup.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Appeal For Job Reinstatement Letter
Maiom on Sole24Ore!
little more than a month ago, after a series of quotations important on the web, we wondered what printed newspapers would have given first. Today we have, with great honor, the answer Il Sole 24 Ore in its insert new technologies Nova24 Among other positive things to us we like to take this short passage: Maiom: an aggregation intelligent and original in formula, the real estate ads, with maps and videos A big thank to Luca Conti ! .... And as well has led us now ask what will be the first television program to talk about .... maiom
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Can Biting Your Nails Hurt Appendix
Maiom and study day on web2.0
with great pleasure that we have been involved in the study day organized by the Consortium on web2.0 top-ix to be held October 3 at Rivoli. This day will aim to present to the consortium members ( here you find the list) the various opportunities offered by this new approach to the web. Maiom will be present as an example of application in the Italian section of the mash-up. A will represent Paul that will display all the features of our platform and indicate our future goals.
The seminar is reserved for subscribers, but we hope to tell our impressions at the end of this interesting experience. 
with great pleasure that we have been involved in the study day organized by the Consortium on web2.0 top-ix to be held October 3 at Rivoli. This day will aim to present to the consortium members ( here you find the list) the various opportunities offered by this new approach to the web. Maiom will be present as an example of application in the Italian section of the mash-up. A will represent Paul that will display all the features of our platform and indicate our future goals. The seminar is reserved for subscribers, but we hope to tell our impressions at the end of this interesting experience.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Top Speed Of A 2007 Honda Trx400ex
Maiom does a Google Maps Mania
Google Maps Mania is the site where they reviewed the world's best mashup based on Google maps. We are obviously proud to have been mentioned twice in the last two months from Google Maps Mania. the first time it happened in July during the presentation of the most innovative real estate mashups in Europe. The second time was last week in an article on mashups Italians.
Google Maps Mania is the site where they reviewed the world's best mashup based on Google maps. We are obviously proud to have been mentioned twice in the last two months from Google Maps Mania. the first time it happened in July during the presentation of the most innovative real estate mashups in Europe. The second time was last week in an article on mashups Italians.
Mike Thank you for your interest!
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Kates Playground Uncesored
Show map the site of your agency
This is a week full of news for maiom. Now you can enter the site of a custom map of your agency maiom.
You can choose to display only the agency's position or even the latest announcements (or all if you prefer).
The customization of the map is simple and intuitive menu and run Management / Widgets control panel. You can also set size, and zoom display modes. At this point you just have to copy the HTML code proposed by maiom up a page on your site ... and you're done!
Here's an example:
Why Hdmi Cable Blur On Non Hd Channel?
Let us! Here are the first
Now in the pages of individual agencies is also a map WE ARE HERE.
For your customers will is even more easily reach you.
What are you waiting? Enable this functionality from the control panel! 
Now in the pages of individual agencies is also a map WE ARE HERE.
For your customers will is even more easily reach you.
What are you waiting? Enable this functionality from the control panel!
Friday, August 18, 2006
Hermosas Mexicanas Follando
videoannunci
Falconi Realty, one of our advertiser , published the first videoannunci taking advantage of the free service offered by youtube.com.
If you are intrigued by this feature maiom you should look at other ads Falconi Realty . If you are unclear how to insert a videoannuncio leave a comment to this article.
Wednesday, August 2, 2006
Male Dog Leaking Urine During Sleep
we are becoming famous ....
In recent weeks we have received many reviews from sites Italians and foreigners, but today we had the pleasure to read even on maiom landscape and mytech .
now we're waiting for that the printed notices us ... what will be the first newspaper? 
In recent weeks we have received many reviews from sites Italians and foreigners, but today we had the pleasure to read even on maiom landscape and mytech . now we're waiting for that the printed notices us ... what will be the first newspaper?
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Milena Velba Strangled
even easier also the insertion Ads!
Enter your advertisements maiom and is even more easier!
The inclusion is guided step by step and in order to find the realty to report just enter the location ol this address in the search form and you will be shown map centered on the point of interest that you must click to place the red signal. 
Enter your advertisements maiom and is even more easier! The inclusion is guided step by step and in order to find the realty to report just enter the location ol this address in the search form and you will be shown map centered on the point of interest that you must click to place the red signal.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Air Force Condor 25 Cal
The consultation is even easier
Maiom and has been updated to version 1.1, they were better integrated operator maps and LBS. This means that now the bottom right is this a box that contains an interactive map at a smaller scale, but the functionality is more important is the possibility of sicuramnete enter city names and addresses with a prompter to get comfortable even more quickly on the area of \u200b\u200binterest.
Do not wait! try it! 
Maiom and has been updated to version 1.1, they were better integrated operator maps and LBS. This means that now the bottom right is this a box that contains an interactive map at a smaller scale, but the functionality is more important is the possibility of sicuramnete enter city names and addresses with a prompter to get comfortable even more quickly on the area of \u200b\u200binterest.
Do not wait! try it!
How Long Before Salt Corrodes
maiom Fool!
A great success for the first public release of maiom ! The
Italian post is the first state on Partial Antonio Downloadblog which is taken up by others, including I quote with pleasure loman.it .
What makes us even more excited are the comments and messages received from all parties!
Now we put in to improve a little bit of trivia ....
In the meantime, continue to talk about it! 
A great success for the first public release of maiom ! The
Italian post is the first state on Partial Antonio Downloadblog which is taken up by others, including I quote with pleasure loman.it .
What makes us even more excited are the comments and messages received from all parties!
Now we put in to improve a little bit of trivia ....
In the meantime, continue to talk about it!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Evaluating Isee Test Scores
maiom begins to make headlines ...
We are still in early stages of development, but already started talking about us! The first to notice
maiom is Emily Chang in his blog seguitissimo , now we expect (and hope ...) that the rest of the blogosphere is interested in maiom and follow us in our adventure.
Maiom is constantly evolving, soon will be 'the online version with the built-in geocoder, and more stay tuned!
Thanks Emily! 
We are still in early stages of development, but already started talking about us! The first to notice
maiom is Emily Chang in his blog seguitissimo , now we expect (and hope ...) that the rest of the blogosphere is interested in maiom and follow us in our adventure.
Maiom is constantly evolving, soon will be 'the online version with the built-in geocoder, and more stay tuned!
Thanks Emily!
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