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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.

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.

Wednesday, October 4, 2006

Blue Highlights On Black Hair

New updates of satellite images

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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

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