GREETINGS!
in the beautiful fall day today for me two very important birthdays.
if I put them in order of importance would not know how to move.
I could start with the oldest. Yes, I think a good idea. democratic.
then, many auguti ROME. your wishes for 2759 years!
I want to return to the Garden of Oranges and magnify your beauty. you that your earnings in aging charm. I was born in this city, no other can ever take your place. no matter where fate will take me.
still wish, Mamma Roma.
happy birthday to you, Galatea. a year ago you came into my life. Barabara and I distinctly remember when we came to get you. were so small and helpless. your crooked tail that made me fall in love with you. I felt tied to your fate. and if today will not be there to celebrate with you does not mean that you think. when is this feeling of belonging are not reliable 3, 4 months of separation to be forgotten in the directory.
plump that you imagine taking a walk around the house, now that the sun shines all over Rome. now that the sun shines on your hair RED. I hope to be able to give you something to eat as soon as possible, to get me to bite the hand and curl up with you.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Kathryn Beich Company
tompea @ 2006-04-20T19: 09:00
I miss you today I can talk about the elections.
the Supreme Court validated the outcome in favor of the Centre-Left.
a few days, a week and a half now, I can look back on that damn 10 April. I remember when I was at SS Apostoli with David and the meeting was under Prodi's first slip in conjunction with the downsizing of the results, in my mind was heavily influenced by hearing the voices of commentators to the 2000 U.S. elections. precisely in the manner and form in which they were documented in "Fahrenheit 9 / 11" by Mike Moore. a chill evening breeze brought the first alarmed me.
I could not imagine a different result from the victory. now that came necessary to make room considers key as it is so clear moral difference between the Left and the Center-Right? is so blatant mismanagement of the CDL? so is the net motion compensation of the Italians in front of a prime minister who, at best, from the "balls" to voters opponents?
maybe not. I thought maybe that was a clear distinction between the two sides is not perceptible facilemnte-I wonder if there at all. " the same people who in 2001 investigated a preferred-berlusconi-a-political-Rutelli confermatoi have their vote. 5 years as if they had not existed. can be raised in victory but certainly can not be enthusiastic. I do not know who to blame for ruining the most important day of the year. for ruining the party. party that there was in me and that was definitely NOT be in SS Apostoli. I wonder, what sense was proclaiming himself to celebrate the winners when only the morning after it became known that we had the Senate? admitted that the leaders had this information first dinosaur if it was that it went well-it would be more elegant look. I understand it was so long he expected to uncork the champagne. 5 long years.
now so you have to show me what the voters of CDL that you can govern well. do these miracles-but-nobody asks commit to revive its fortunes. not to push the guys like me to go to London hoping, deep down, to resolve his future work over the sleeve.
I miss you today I can talk about the elections.
the Supreme Court validated the outcome in favor of the Centre-Left.
a few days, a week and a half now, I can look back on that damn 10 April. I remember when I was at SS Apostoli with David and the meeting was under Prodi's first slip in conjunction with the downsizing of the results, in my mind was heavily influenced by hearing the voices of commentators to the 2000 U.S. elections. precisely in the manner and form in which they were documented in "Fahrenheit 9 / 11" by Mike Moore. a chill evening breeze brought the first alarmed me.
I could not imagine a different result from the victory. now that came necessary to make room considers key as it is so clear moral difference between the Left and the Center-Right? is so blatant mismanagement of the CDL? so is the net motion compensation of the Italians in front of a prime minister who, at best, from the "balls" to voters opponents?
maybe not. I thought maybe that was a clear distinction between the two sides is not perceptible facilemnte-I wonder if there at all. " the same people who in 2001 investigated a preferred-berlusconi-a-political-Rutelli confermatoi have their vote. 5 years as if they had not existed. can be raised in victory but certainly can not be enthusiastic. I do not know who to blame for ruining the most important day of the year. for ruining the party. party that there was in me and that was definitely NOT be in SS Apostoli. I wonder, what sense was proclaiming himself to celebrate the winners when only the morning after it became known that we had the Senate? admitted that the leaders had this information first dinosaur if it was that it went well-it would be more elegant look. I understand it was so long he expected to uncork the champagne. 5 long years.
now so you have to show me what the voters of CDL that you can govern well. do these miracles-but-nobody asks commit to revive its fortunes. not to push the guys like me to go to London hoping, deep down, to resolve his future work over the sleeve.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Krementz Jewelry History
tompea @ 2006-04-16T22: 20:00
That's it for hours after an evening spent drinking shot-to-shot (10!), I return home. It was 4 o'clock in the morning.
Monte Cervialto was silent, the lights flash alternately to each other.
orange ball that marked the way for any passer-by to me that I was there.
within the rich caravan of life is possible, of all the clubs in Rome, attended by entering the same helium & Sara (h) mona? yes, there definitely.
I was with my classmate. We spent the evening at the bar of this restaurant San Lorenzo where the shot cost 1 €.
we talked about us, the changes are essential, irrevocable, and postponed. smile-I know there will be future-that will be slightly muted by a layer of bitterness. for a while, anyway.
no longer even want to back the person you want. it is to fill a void that leaves you, at times, evenings like this, confused.
like a child left alone in a crowd fleeing from a fire.
le cose vanno affrontate partendo da se stessi. as you can feel good about other people-I, shit, I'm fine with you! - is never enough. it is not in the terms you need to dream, to touch her cheek and whispered "would you like a romantic dinner tonight ...".
sharing is extraordinary. share the same bed for nights. approach the door of his house to let a bunch of flowers or cones and distinctly hear the door frames of its intrinsic flavor.
sharing is extraordinary, I said.
remember when I first read "The Pleasure of D'Annunzio. I was at home to Lille in Tallinn, Estonia.
was the summer of 2000. for the first time in my life-I can still feel so strong that feeling of disbelief, of anxiety, surprise, relief-I read words that seemed directed at me. words were the same as the guide to living in the moment My reading of the same. I went on more than recognize that the personal aspects of cerda ... I did not even know what to believe. I felt stupid and amazed. I stopped reading several times to take a walk along the streets of Toompea summer. all interruptions. as opening a door when you know you will be in front of destiny.
sharing links you to places, people. all the more vivid the memory is much more difficult it is to bear the distance, which is temporal or geographical.
then we are all here, I guess, once a once another, listening to a song that seems to be made to make you cry. here to write about memories, memory-that I've always had a very bad memory that are destined to remember ... fate has always had a great sense of humor-of sensations to which one clings. yet it seems to go too badly. if I think about my future I see so many things to do but I can not keep them below. yet they all seem far away. far from being reached.
goodbye my love, goodbye my friend
,
you were the one for me
also in the wrong, we did not understand what
one day will seem so obvious,
suddenly
that laugh of taste,
We say:
"it was worth it"
it would be worth-worth, in fact, however, no matter what.
because it is my deep sense of need to know, kisses, caresses, looks, attention and love that makes me human, alive and conscious of the enormous gift that life gave me.
have known love, having met him, kissed, caressed, observed carefully and you've had it, over-all-things, loved.
I almost feel like saying I do not care to know you are with someone else. in a room to offer you something to drink from an interesting person. does not matter. I know I make mistakes with you. just like I did. will never be able to admit his faults, his errors of superficiality, with the frankness that I had with you. as if to say that anyone who steps to our door, is made curious by the lights inside, knock and ask "Hello?" any of them, will never be equal.
is a sad fact that I carry between the covers tonight.
last night where I really want to make love to you.
just as I remember.
night
That's it for hours after an evening spent drinking shot-to-shot (10!), I return home. It was 4 o'clock in the morning.
Monte Cervialto was silent, the lights flash alternately to each other.
orange ball that marked the way for any passer-by to me that I was there.
within the rich caravan of life is possible, of all the clubs in Rome, attended by entering the same helium & Sara (h) mona? yes, there definitely.
I was with my classmate. We spent the evening at the bar of this restaurant San Lorenzo where the shot cost 1 €.
we talked about us, the changes are essential, irrevocable, and postponed. smile-I know there will be future-that will be slightly muted by a layer of bitterness. for a while, anyway.
no longer even want to back the person you want. it is to fill a void that leaves you, at times, evenings like this, confused.
like a child left alone in a crowd fleeing from a fire.
le cose vanno affrontate partendo da se stessi. as you can feel good about other people-I, shit, I'm fine with you! - is never enough. it is not in the terms you need to dream, to touch her cheek and whispered "would you like a romantic dinner tonight ...".
sharing is extraordinary. share the same bed for nights. approach the door of his house to let a bunch of flowers or cones and distinctly hear the door frames of its intrinsic flavor.
sharing is extraordinary, I said.
remember when I first read "The Pleasure of D'Annunzio. I was at home to Lille in Tallinn, Estonia.
was the summer of 2000. for the first time in my life-I can still feel so strong that feeling of disbelief, of anxiety, surprise, relief-I read words that seemed directed at me. words were the same as the guide to living in the moment My reading of the same. I went on more than recognize that the personal aspects of cerda ... I did not even know what to believe. I felt stupid and amazed. I stopped reading several times to take a walk along the streets of Toompea summer. all interruptions. as opening a door when you know you will be in front of destiny.
sharing links you to places, people. all the more vivid the memory is much more difficult it is to bear the distance, which is temporal or geographical.
then we are all here, I guess, once a once another, listening to a song that seems to be made to make you cry. here to write about memories, memory-that I've always had a very bad memory that are destined to remember ... fate has always had a great sense of humor-of sensations to which one clings. yet it seems to go too badly. if I think about my future I see so many things to do but I can not keep them below. yet they all seem far away. far from being reached.
goodbye my love, goodbye my friend
,
you were the one for me
also in the wrong, we did not understand what
one day will seem so obvious,
suddenly
that laugh of taste,
We say:
"it was worth it"
it would be worth-worth, in fact, however, no matter what.
because it is my deep sense of need to know, kisses, caresses, looks, attention and love that makes me human, alive and conscious of the enormous gift that life gave me.
have known love, having met him, kissed, caressed, observed carefully and you've had it, over-all-things, loved.
I almost feel like saying I do not care to know you are with someone else. in a room to offer you something to drink from an interesting person. does not matter. I know I make mistakes with you. just like I did. will never be able to admit his faults, his errors of superficiality, with the frankness that I had with you. as if to say that anyone who steps to our door, is made curious by the lights inside, knock and ask "Hello?" any of them, will never be equal.
is a sad fact that I carry between the covers tonight.
last night where I really want to make love to you.
just as I remember.
night
Saturday, April 15, 2006
When Is Davids Bridal Next 99 Dollar Sale
tompea @ 2006-04-15T21: 33:00
are some days that everything seems to recur in a decisive way.
again that sense of emptiness that pervades the inner walls of my body.
how long it takes to metabolize the end of a relationship that lasted 2annie1 / 2-already dueanniemezzo! only now it seems that these numbers make sense. only now I seem to feel the weight that these years have on me. is as absurd then, finally, everything is reduced to numbers. the first report of my life, the first in a time ... all numbers. and I confirm to my computer not to show hidden files .-?
few days, 10 days for the accuracy, completeness, leave for Budapest, then Benicàssim, then London, then ...
then will fall on September 12.
that day I will call you to get you the best wishes
and find out that I have not forgotten
are some days that everything seems to recur in a decisive way.
again that sense of emptiness that pervades the inner walls of my body.
how long it takes to metabolize the end of a relationship that lasted 2annie1 / 2-already dueanniemezzo! only now it seems that these numbers make sense. only now I seem to feel the weight that these years have on me. is as absurd then, finally, everything is reduced to numbers. the first report of my life, the first in a time ... all numbers. and I confirm to my computer not to show hidden files .-?
few days, 10 days for the accuracy, completeness, leave for Budapest, then Benicàssim, then London, then ...
then will fall on September 12.
that day I will call you to get you the best wishes
and find out that I have not forgotten
Thursday, April 13, 2006
How To Hide The Pipes On A Pedestal Sink
tompea @ 2006-04-13T19: 20:00
I finally got some time to write, now that I'm home alone.
yesterday I spent the evening with David. I saw my umpteenth concert AFTERHOURS. but this time the Circle of Artists. used in places with average capacity of 4, 5 000 people, seeing them play in a club by paying 500 was exciting. that kind of feeling that every time fans of any team that has a successful concerts in arenas that would force him to relive.
this tour is in support of world output in the "Ballads for Little heyenas", the English version of the last "Ballads for Little Hyenas". a pity that the late Manuel Agnelli, returned from a fistfight with a concert before some of the public who bothered him because he annoyed the execution of the last disc of songs in English, began to sing a pearl of their discography: There are many ways "-those who have followed my blog you will find the text-browsing these pages. has sung in English. the public, very reactive and responsive, could not help but go with him singing in Italian. this has distracted, he bothered, he ... I do not know. I only know that he stopped singing and started the next piece, "Raptor"-shit, that piece! -. was so annoyed at having made "Raptor" with a grin, saying "this song is in Italian." as if to say "happy, assholes villagers?"
I thought a lot about what happened. I came to the conclusion that sometimes lived in, an event is not clearly perceptible. what at that moment he seemed to be a lack of respect or a challenge from the audience was merely a way to share an emotional moment with a person that excited. all. in their, our, simplicity we sang, I whispered, the version we know best. all.
sin, in fact.
I finally got some time to write, now that I'm home alone.
yesterday I spent the evening with David. I saw my umpteenth concert AFTERHOURS. but this time the Circle of Artists. used in places with average capacity of 4, 5 000 people, seeing them play in a club by paying 500 was exciting. that kind of feeling that every time fans of any team that has a successful concerts in arenas that would force him to relive.
this tour is in support of world output in the "Ballads for Little heyenas", the English version of the last "Ballads for Little Hyenas". a pity that the late Manuel Agnelli, returned from a fistfight with a concert before some of the public who bothered him because he annoyed the execution of the last disc of songs in English, began to sing a pearl of their discography: There are many ways "-those who have followed my blog you will find the text-browsing these pages. has sung in English. the public, very reactive and responsive, could not help but go with him singing in Italian. this has distracted, he bothered, he ... I do not know. I only know that he stopped singing and started the next piece, "Raptor"-shit, that piece! -. was so annoyed at having made "Raptor" with a grin, saying "this song is in Italian." as if to say "happy, assholes villagers?"
I thought a lot about what happened. I came to the conclusion that sometimes lived in, an event is not clearly perceptible. what at that moment he seemed to be a lack of respect or a challenge from the audience was merely a way to share an emotional moment with a person that excited. all. in their, our, simplicity we sang, I whispered, the version we know best. all.
sin, in fact.
Sunday, April 9, 2006
Dream Message Congratulations
tompea @ 2006-04-09T15: 47:00
return from the seat full of love and hope. with the clear conviction that a piece has been made. that the missing part of our country has finally been found in the dust of the vulgar and the latent shame.
were hard days, in which the only way to save themselves from a fool was going to bed wearing the shirt: "I did not vote for Berlusconi."
of the time you may get over the line with momentum between the fan and the voter. those who have passion runs this risk. the risk of exposing too. across There are people who close their world, who deny a right guaranteed by our Constitution, that President Ciampi would have had to ensure ... Sigh, that reminds us that there are citizens when they make their voices heard through the pencil inside the polling station, as in the square.
voice can not bear to remove!
you, than you who think a demonstration that more people, more people, is at home. as if a value has to be quiet. then the best thing is hearing about the "no change" of "all are equal."
you're all the same, for ever, ready to get on the bandwagon!
I finish my invettiva con il Manifesto dell'impegno politico. se non vi dice nulla, mi spiace. potrete rifarvi in un'altra vita, se ne avrete il coraggio.
"I was dreaming in my dreaming
of an aspect bright and fair
and my sleeping it was broken
but my dream it lingered near
in the form of shining valleys
where the pure air recognized
and my senses newly opened
I awakened to the cry
that the people have the power
to redeem the work of fools
upon the meek the graces shower
it's decreed the people rule
The people have the power
Vengeful aspects became suspect
and bending low as if to hear
and the armies ceased advancing
because the people had their ear
and the shepherds and the soldiers
lay beneath the stars
exchanging visions
and laying arms
to waste in the dust
in the form of shining valleys
where the pure air recognized
and my senses newly opened
I awakened to the cry
Where there were deserts
I saw fountains
like cream the waters rise
and we strolled there together
with none to laugh or criticize
and the leopard
and the lamb
lay together truly bound
I was hoping in my hoping
to recall what I had found
I was dreaming in my dreaming
god knows a purer view
as I surrender to my sleeping
I commit my dream to you
The power to dream, to rule
to wrestle the world from fools
it's decreed the people rule
LISTEN
I believe everything we dream
can as to pass through Our union
we can turn the world around
we can turn the earth's revolution
We have the power
People Have the Power "
return from the seat full of love and hope. with the clear conviction that a piece has been made. that the missing part of our country has finally been found in the dust of the vulgar and the latent shame.
were hard days, in which the only way to save themselves from a fool was going to bed wearing the shirt: "I did not vote for Berlusconi."
of the time you may get over the line with momentum between the fan and the voter. those who have passion runs this risk. the risk of exposing too. across There are people who close their world, who deny a right guaranteed by our Constitution, that President Ciampi would have had to ensure ... Sigh, that reminds us that there are citizens when they make their voices heard through the pencil inside the polling station, as in the square.
voice can not bear to remove!
you, than you who think a demonstration that more people, more people, is at home. as if a value has to be quiet. then the best thing is hearing about the "no change" of "all are equal."
you're all the same, for ever, ready to get on the bandwagon!
I finish my invettiva con il Manifesto dell'impegno politico. se non vi dice nulla, mi spiace. potrete rifarvi in un'altra vita, se ne avrete il coraggio.
"I was dreaming in my dreaming
of an aspect bright and fair
and my sleeping it was broken
but my dream it lingered near
in the form of shining valleys
where the pure air recognized
and my senses newly opened
I awakened to the cry
that the people have the power
to redeem the work of fools
upon the meek the graces shower
it's decreed the people rule
The people have the power
Vengeful aspects became suspect
and bending low as if to hear
and the armies ceased advancing
because the people had their ear
and the shepherds and the soldiers
lay beneath the stars
exchanging visions
and laying arms
to waste in the dust
in the form of shining valleys
where the pure air recognized
and my senses newly opened
I awakened to the cry
Where there were deserts
I saw fountains
like cream the waters rise
and we strolled there together
with none to laugh or criticize
and the leopard
and the lamb
lay together truly bound
I was hoping in my hoping
to recall what I had found
I was dreaming in my dreaming
god knows a purer view
as I surrender to my sleeping
I commit my dream to you
The power to dream, to rule
to wrestle the world from fools
it's decreed the people rule
LISTEN
I believe everything we dream
can as to pass through Our union
we can turn the world around
we can turn the earth's revolution
We have the power
People Have the Power "
Saturday, April 8, 2006
Large Clawfoot Curtain Rod
tompea @ 2006-04-08T16: 10:00
here I am back to you. here I find a little peace to put me to write these long days that I have separated from LJ.
distinctly remember the feeling of nausea that I felt when they spent in the television interview Alessi reporters in which he called on the kidnappers to release the kidnapped child, he was the kidnapper.
we all lie. we all carry below the secrets, great people, small people. in this sense I would say that no one is innocent. if no one is innocent, then, what was the triggering event that gave us a way so abhorrent to Alessi? in the darkness of his cell, maybe, he'll be thinking about the day he ceased to be a balanced and gentle boy to become what we know. life is made of circumstances. My personal idea is that we are in the life of a person 5 significant events. 5 large significant events. carried out are like that can turn to positive as negative. well, in which of these five moments Alessi took the wrong path? He never tried to retrace his steps?
in that when journalism has changed? when you put a microphone in the mouth of a mother who has just lost a child became entitled to chronicle? I wrote e-mails to various newsrooms ashamed for them. I wonder if they would only open my letters ...
to re-read these lines, I realize how much there is in the midst of banality. I'm not surprised, the simple things are trivial to most people. stop to wonder how it would appear groped want to stop the world. But no, this is not my intent, I look good. I just want to ask me questions to understand. are more down to earth than it should be easy to answer, no?
answer me you readers!
as provides a measure of the film Gattaca, in front of a dead
"even if it is an event so awful, I do not have prevented the earth to rotate"
here I am back to you. here I find a little peace to put me to write these long days that I have separated from LJ.
distinctly remember the feeling of nausea that I felt when they spent in the television interview Alessi reporters in which he called on the kidnappers to release the kidnapped child, he was the kidnapper.
we all lie. we all carry below the secrets, great people, small people. in this sense I would say that no one is innocent. if no one is innocent, then, what was the triggering event that gave us a way so abhorrent to Alessi? in the darkness of his cell, maybe, he'll be thinking about the day he ceased to be a balanced and gentle boy to become what we know. life is made of circumstances. My personal idea is that we are in the life of a person 5 significant events. 5 large significant events. carried out are like that can turn to positive as negative. well, in which of these five moments Alessi took the wrong path? He never tried to retrace his steps?
in that when journalism has changed? when you put a microphone in the mouth of a mother who has just lost a child became entitled to chronicle? I wrote e-mails to various newsrooms ashamed for them. I wonder if they would only open my letters ...
to re-read these lines, I realize how much there is in the midst of banality. I'm not surprised, the simple things are trivial to most people. stop to wonder how it would appear groped want to stop the world. But no, this is not my intent, I look good. I just want to ask me questions to understand. are more down to earth than it should be easy to answer, no?
answer me you readers!
as provides a measure of the film Gattaca, in front of a dead
"even if it is an event so awful, I do not have prevented the earth to rotate"
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