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
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