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2011 odissea nello spazio cosmico ( ma forse non era così)...e chi se ne frega


2010-seven ... more 'or less ... then it opens in 2011, and hope that I manage.
Usually at this time, as opposed to those that then go sit at a table, the melancholy comes over me, or maybe just ... the depth is not really distinguishing things well.
There are many shots of this year, that is those pretty bad ... the ugly ones are in stock, and a big fire can burn, there was time to analyze it thoroughly, and also understand my mistakes ... those lovely with the usual play of the 10 images, I set the blog ...

1) Embrace the dressing room after the first of the Inn of the whaling ... who knows ... maybe in this 2011, there will be another opportunity to share something with Alberto and Paola ...

2) The sweet look of my grandchildren (all two) ... and then do not say that I am not a romantic

3) the day on the slopes of the month of February is not ... so much for the snow ... what disgusts me because it gave me an awareness of who can really count!

4) dinner with Michael, because they were times when I laughed a lot, and I needed it! (His lawyer that you do not expect it)

5) The approach with Ilaria Annalisa and one evening ... in Cappadocia, and then the drunken aniseed-based mother and how much crap ... we shot that night ... and then I also reconciled with the people of Bari

6) The trip Caique, dinner with Ozama, my Anna I vomit, "says" to vomit aft ... e. .. reasons are strong!

7) All matches made in the trip to Turkey, because I can travel dare il meglio di me...gli incontri,e lo smisurato senso di libertà, che mi ha assalito in piu' momenti...e allora buon anno a Cecilia e Miguel ( medici a Barcellona),al ristoratore di Goreme, ad Ilaria e Annalisa, agli incontri fatti in ostello a Istanbul...e sono proprio fesso...( ancora ricordo la frase di Eveline da Galway...c'è luna piena chissà cosa succede...)...o ancora l'incontro in ostello con l'irlandese dei miei sogni, che mi becca sudato...sfatto...e in mutande...

8)Le chiacchierate con Samuele, e i due stacchi estivi, sia ad Albenga, che in Toscana...e l'aver conosciuto meglio Roberta e Maria!...e ad Albenga lo smacco nel piegare la tenda Quecha...e il tipo che mi aveva chiuso sui curriculum...

9) Those few colleagues, which besides being colleagues are also close friends ... to hear this year was beautiful and precious ... especially the SMS Ombretta Zaglio, after the Festival of Turin

10) Rome 2010, including an overnight stay in the hostel at Rebibbia ... (suspense), lunch with Charlotte, because it made me understand that he had met a friend ... and way too precious de Rome ...

11) Lunch ... or dinner at the home of Mark and Francesca ... (and her roommate that is just too pricey ...)... here, it happens that one night break the camper, and you fix it at 50 meters from the house of one of your best friends! (ah in Milan) ...

12) ... The sunrises and sunsets seen from the boat, including a chat with Anna, the role of the anesthetist ...

and then more ...
caxxo in these lines, there's enough to understand my world, my doubts, my problems ... without being able psychologists ...

HAPPY 2011 to all the dreamers ... the revolutionary, utopia ... TO WHICH IS A MAGICAL YEAR, FULL OF MEETINGS AND HAPPY NEW!

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Introduction ... also good to take this article, which is an experiment ... be quiet, now I will explain.
The counter of the blog, reminds me of many visits from Russia ... only that the cases are few:
1) have seen my communist roots, and they want me to premier in place Putin
2) I have a fan club in Russia
3) the KGB keeps an eye on me ... and my moh are all dicks ...

scriviamolo and then seriously, what I think of Russia, Putin's dictatorship ... and that is obvious, but maybe someone in Russia is angry ... let's see ...

So where to start?
mah Putin is a bloodthirsty dictator, the kind that journalists do not merely exclude them like his friend Silvio Berlusconi, he just kills him ...
From 1993 to 2009 are 294 journalists killed in Russia

http://www.corriere.it/esteri/10_novembre_20/russia-di% 20giornalismo-si-muore_05f38c8a-f4c4-11DF-b9c7-00144f02aabc.shtml

few names ? Antonio Russo (Freelance radical radio), Anna Politkowskaya who had publicly denounced to the world the Russian atrocities in Chechnya, and who can forget the adorable smitragliata, Silvio Re mimed by the Russian journalist, guilty of having made an inappropriate request to the king of all Russie. Our

Vladimir, also likes to eliminate their opponents, sometimes physically, sometimes invents show trials, the last against Mikhail Khodorkovsky, who with a show trial, he will be those 13 years in prison, guilty of having obstructed Uncle Vladimir. ..

Uncle Vladimir, and I quote because I'm theatrical, he is guilty, surely the instigator of the massacre Dubrowka Theatre, where he and the terrorists also died many Civil

http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crisi_del_Teatro_Dubrovka

but as 200 civilians were few, it causes the most 'heinous carnage, why on defenseless children, the Beslan massacre ... a skilful strategist to elimate the terrorists, is first and delete all the hostages ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cp0b5YYg9-0

I watching this video, I can not stop the tears!

other goodies dell'amicone the dwarf, is the tragedy of the Kursk nuclear submarine
This funny guy, took us to the brink of World War III

http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/K-141_Kursk

here I was inspired by visits Russia, to refresh your memory on Vladimir Putin, and a fraction of its atrocities, but just a little tweak in the network, because all or almost all come out.
From Italy, of course, all is quiet!

decency to leave out the news on that comedy Lukashenko, another crony of King Silvio ... even the dictator in Belarus, the opposition makes them disappear, and get more Belarusian Bulgarian ... ops ...

moh and my cock are all within 15 days, else I'll be the KGB or the house ... I think if I ever go to Russia ... I'm board!
... let's see ...

since we are a good 2011 to all ... even the Russian friends who visit my blog!

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Cambio vita ...per ora solo in poesia


Ok ok, I admit ... this poem, after it was read in Parliament a mother ... well Mastella has lost its charm ... but here it is ... in all its splendor ... ( Mastella not), poetry.
Today the sun, which oddly enough, also shines in Valle di Susa ... this inspires me ... He or she



He or she who becomes a slave of habit, repeating every day the same itineraries
, who does not change the brand, who does not
risk and change the color of the clothes, does not talk to those who do not know.

He or she who shuns passion, who prefers black on white
, dotting the "i" rather than a set of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes glimmer, that turn a yawn
a smile, that make the heart beat before
mistakes and feelings.

He or she who does not overthrow the table when is unhappy at work
, who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to chase a dream, who does not allow, at least once in their lives, die
sensible advice. He or she who does not travel, not read, who
not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself. Dies slowly he who destroys
self-love, who does not accept help, who spends
days complaining of his bad luck or the incessant rain.

He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who does not
ask questions on subjects he does not know who does not answer when asked about something he knows
.

We avoid death in small doses, remembering always that
being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple act of breathing
.
Only a burning patience will lead to attainment of a splendid happiness
.

(P. Neruda)

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Tanti auguri 2...e non mangiate troppo...


Happy birthday,

to those that I have endured, supported and accompanied on this trip ... 2010,

to those who have stayed here, have read, commented thought ... and smile ...

to all those who try to do the revolutions, large and small are always important,

to all artists that I met and that gave me something, and with whom I hope to have exchanged something to

who does not take itself too seriously,

who this year has changed the road,

all those glances met and crossed in 12 months,

short at all ...

that Christmas is coming, not only during major eat but especially attuned to the world, and those close to us.

David

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Giovanna - matrimonio o muerte

Giovanna si vuole sposare in chiesa. Pare che un giorno abbia confessato alla sua amica Candida: “A me del sacramento non me ne frega una mazza, io voglio solo essere una principessa per un giorno, con l'estenscion, la french e le ciglia finte che tutti restino estasiati”.

Porta avanti con convinzione astrusi proponimenti come pagare tremila euro un vestito che lo metti solo un giorno e che poi ti va ad occupare un sacco di spazio nell'armadio a vita o invitare a cena trecento persone che ti stanno sulle palle. Giovanna in questi giorni è molto tesa: seleziona, dimagrisce, prova, screma, invita, e talvolta, quando non la vede nessuno, le capita di piangere sbattendo con vigore la testa contro il muro. Ma sono solo attimi di fuggevole catastrofismo, nuvolette passeggere nel cielo sconfinatamente azzurro dell'autodeterminazione.

Giovanna ricorda ancora i giorni in cui ha incominciato ad attuare i suoi piani di accasamento. Ancor before finding the person hired by spliced \u200b\u200bAbigail, her wedding planner, a bisexual with a German great taste in fabrics, which can also help you in choosing a husband. All Inclusive. Thanks to the valuable advice of Abigail, John soon found a husband, or as she called him at the time of research, "the unwary that is right for me." With a stroke of the club drew up and dragged into the cave where he made a quick scan of the dentition, to monitor a pulse, blood pressure, fertility and employment prospects. Since the parameters were passed to the rule is intensive course on the rules of the house. Point number 1: I'm a princess, like the fairy tale, however, less bigoted. Point number 2: the frequency of sexual intercourse is given only by fluctuations in the index of my self-esteem. Point number 3: Uncle 'mbriacone we do sit next to your confidence that that have both already.

The victim, a twist of fate that we also call him John, is, in spite of the contingencies, a smart guy and learn to master immediately terms such as location, catering and toulle pleated. Sure, sex is what is in these days of hectic preparations, but as promessogli by John, the consecration of the union will finally enjoy the delights of sodomy. And this is the case with tenacity, try one thousand dressed in a turban, with tuba, il bastone, no il bastone francamente è un po troppo, il frac, le ghette.

Il fatidico giorno. Le briglie argentate di otto cavalli brillano al sole. Giovanna scende dalla carrozza in una femminea sequenza di movimenti misurati. Sette chili di toulle rosa antico, ottanta metri di strascico, il bouquet di orchidee della Patagonia e alghe del Gange.

Mai più nella vita proverà il tremendo piacere di quella fitta allo stomaco. E' così, pensa, che si manifesta la felicità. Incede con passo ritmato verso l'altare. Lui è li che l'aspetta con sguardo sognante. Una lama di luce le illumina il viso. E non può fare a meno di sussurrare a se stessa "sono una cazzo di principessa"