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pellegrinaggio con kebap!!!

Ok .. for the gym bag made ... towel, spare, shampoo .. table, mobile wallet shoes etc ... Ready for my beloved gym! Dr.Male to soccer practice, leaving Godzilla her aunt and parteeee arrival at the gym ... ... I diligently ALL my program (although I'll have something to throw down this summer right?) with headphones in his ears and a voice that continues to hum in the brain ... that little voice speaking style cricket saying "fool! forget anything? Ehh? ehhhh?" air almost of the challenge ... cast away as it does with flies in summer ... I finish the workout ... and while I climb the stairs, the voice becomes increasingly insistent until .. shut the door of the locker room behind me .. Divine Illumination " FUCK THE CHIAVIIIIIIII " had been locked out of the house at 20:20 .. and Dr.Male training ended at 22! Not bad ... so I think he trains back home, I go there, ask him the keys and spapparanzo me on the couch ... I got after about 15 minutes to the field behind the house ... .. all in darkness ... But some *#@&%$ casserole dish where you train?? lighting ... more lontanuccio field .. at home .. but the bag leaving the house I can do ... ... .* premise in my hectic day at lunch I had eaten only a little bit 'of steamed vegetables and fish done in a hurry * the pangs of hunger made her feel ... .. I pee in the most obvious escape is always at inopportune moments ... .. so hungry and armed with a full bladder I start walking towards my destination .... kebabbaro step in front of the house .. even THE KEBABBARO par excellence ...

no .. the call is too strong and the road is too much to do .... I stop by ... a turkish bell'omino about 130kg (but you will your hair with the remains of kebabs this?) and two guys are in ... immediately leave the paranoia to good to be feminine "f ** c ' I have a tremendous hunger .. if you order all .. who knows what they think! know My dietician? will light?? (Actually you can not ever trust anyone!) " AND 'THE WOMEN HERE THAT THE ENGINEER!

- sorry .. is not that I would do a kebap? Without hot sauce! -

- IS NOT GOT IT ALL WITH SPICY SALZA - * say a bit 'slower? Not? Seems ugly? *

- yes .. but you know as I take it to my boyfriend as a guide * * FAAAALSA incartamelo-

- Zizi RIDGE ... (looking at me with his face "sgam! But who will believe you! "-

... and with a look of manic serial ..

- HAI TUU OUR TESSERAAAA ??--* I must say that seemed a bit 'the Caterpillar in Alice *

- Nono! thanks anyway ! -

me the card .. and again my pilgrimage ... the road to reach the goal is a long boulevard style jack the ripper .... luckily I have the phone company of MJ, or rather, smsiologica " Oh, if MJ .. mi prendono qui faccio una brutta fine e non mi vedete più!!”…comunque passa la stazione dei treni,la rotonda…arrivo alla pizzeria prima del campo..e già noto qualcosa che non mi torna…qualche passo più avanti e capisco…. BUIO PURE QUI!!!!!!!!!!MA NDO C***O STAAAA??? Torno indietro con 3kg di vescica in più e divorando dal nervoso in 3 morsi il mio kebap…mando un sms al Dr.Male con scritto solo “Chiamami” *quei bellissimi messaggi minatori che si inviano in momenti di assoluto nervoso*

Ore 21.50 mi richiama…e io “Ma dove diavolo ti alleni??sono rimasta fuori casa e mi scappa la pipì!!”

"Eh, I was in the football field dell'antistadio (another field behind the house that had entirely taken into account) where are you?" Grrrrrrrrrrrr

- eh, are in such and such-

"Ah .. then wait for me, I shower and then come and get you! "

- CHEE? No you do not understand .. I'm not from 20:20 to go to the bathroom .. you shower you do the home and come get me NOW! I rode half the town to look for you! "

What makes you say, not hungry and pee!!

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YOU MAKES COMMITMENT TO DO WHAT YOU HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO DO.

The excuse is' I have never tried NOT REALLY.

BUT AS BURNING, BURNING

.

AND 'THE EXCUSE FOR NOT START

OR NOT CONTINUE.

YOU AND 'BEST.

She is' BEST.

ONLY IF HE HAD A DIFFERENT TALENT, special, unique,

justified.

But the reality 'BACK, NOW, ALWAYS,

BACK, AND RECOMMENDS THAT

WORLDWIDE

U.S. one and the same the same way.

'm Nobody.

AND THERE ARE TOO MANY 'BEST' ..

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benvenuti da mamma disastro!!:): l'incubo di ogni uomo........

welcome from mom disaster !!:): the nightmare of every man ........ : "Sunday was the big .. giorno..il giorno per cui il Dr.Male trema per tutto l’anno…… …in previsione del fatto che i miei adorat..."

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l'incubo di ogni uomo........

Domenica..è stato il grande giorno..il giorno per cui il Dr.Male trema per tutto l’anno……

…in previsione  del fatto che i miei adorati thuntra qualche tempo avranno vita breve..siamo andati a fare scorta di mensole,mensoline e cazzabubbole varie..l’opera di convincimento parte più o meno un mese prima …

“amoooreeeee”

- Tell me! -

"TAAAANTISSSSSSSSIMO know I love you?"

- you want? -

" You know I saw on the site 's ikea ...."

- * snort *-- animal-grmmmmmmmm

Part of the first part with conviction things like "yeah ... but if you see a bit of 'we have to walk everywhere .. we will pull down all the shelves .." (sci-fi explanation even when you believe .. because deep down in your female ... I KNOW YOU LADIES .. what are you gonna go for the shit!)

Finally, after insisting for about one month .... WOMEN you know that a man must be taken by the throat. ... (or exhaustion)

"if you take me to IKEA to get your balls!" (how magnanimous!)

He leaves for ' ikea ... made the list on the Internet (which will not help because the site makes you believe a sharp operators tricking the other hand is another thing ..), let godzilla baby to grandparents, taken dr.Male appears as the moral support, and parteeee ... for me, Ikea is the equivalent of Toyland for pinocchio .. probably one day I will be turned into a dunce at the cash ... But la cosa che mi fa piu riflettere..a parte il fatto che quando arrivo alla cassa dico  “come min***a ho fatto a spendere così tanto??”..sono gli annunci che spesso sento nei super autoparlanti “LA BAMBINA SARA E’ ATTESA ALLE CASSE DAI GENITORI…RIPETO .. LA BAMBINA SARA E’ ATTESA ALLE CASSE DAI GENITORI” e la cosa viene ripetuta come un mantra all'infinito,io immagino la mamma di Sara in auto ormai sulla via del ritorno (piena di paccottiglia ammassata perfino sul seggiolino auto) che dice “Mah..mi sembra che manchi qualcosa…SARAAAAA…*stile mamma ho perso l’aereo*”    ..oppure  la voice that keeps saying "If you will not be picked up within five minutes the little Sara become exclusive property of Ikea corporation" ... needless to say, however, that the list made with such care at home has been totally useless "Uhhhh, look at that beautiful mug! "" Uhhhh .. I just need a complete set of 17 containers! "and so I dragged the two poor fellows in misfortune for the whole Ikea (of course I had to give him the polpettastop!). When we got to area speakers (where the little while Sara probably had been disassembled to be sold at € 7.99) Dr.Male's face lit ... a little 'like a sinner see the gates of heaven with the beam of light that we get to start ... .. .. niko case is charging me for two reasons:

1) it does not see how my madness has taken over the ATM

2) so he can bagging at the speed of light and disappear from that place for me to perdition!

Like this. .. I am elated he tired ... we are on our way home ... and I am elated with the thought already addressed how I FIXED this or that ... the Dr.Male dead tired. ... In conclusion ...

IKEAAAA A PRESTOOOOOO GOODBYE!

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The Silence of the Battle

Keep the heat unanswered

silence is the joke of the wounded,

that tearing the caresses of the living

shed blood of the massacre of themselves.

masochists, can not be cured.

torn and attention, move,

robbed in their good intentions,

no further heart burning in grief.

drowning softly in his hands,

-sweet-hand of the silent night.

of the evening smiling.

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Among the lips which overlap

ice melts and runs pushed by the wind on your body.

quiver languages \u200b\u200bin the skin that touch

and hands cling to the meat,

grasping desire,

slipping on the debris pile of sharp glass,

without fear of cutting.

The air is filled with the aroma of coffee,

that pops in mocha,

down on the skin,

rigando the bricks of the wall.

A greenhouse lock entry is not there,

you you're released,

I do not have need.

It closes a door,

that seemed to open ...

And the darkness will not lick the edges del Nero.

Vento.

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Keep on walkin '

a step forward.
sing in front of someone. And have fun.
a step forward.
Facing a new person. At home.
a step forward.
Something new. Some, indeed.

And now ..
farcene now we have a reason.
And keep walking.

But on the same street.
Please.
On same way.


not escape.

No, I could hear me say the same,
and I could not accept.

ADDITION:

IO: Does not work, leaving DOES NOT WORK!

LEI is going away I'm worried about

ME: I do not want you do

HER: I hope to withstand

IO: perderemmo tutto..

LEI: ..lo so

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Quanto tempo,troppo tempo senza che rientrassi tra i sentieri di rami secchi del mio bosco.

Le foglie coperte da una coltre di neve nascondono un passato che non si può dimenticare.

Pochi suoni in questa notte che copre le stelle con le nuvole, che pesano piene circondando le creste innevate.

Waterfall rhythm the deafening sound of the fall of the heavy thud of my feet sinking into the white.

Time wolves.

But the air is serene and almost surprised me in a calm and welcoming the light of my torch outlines the shadows of the branches where the waterfall flows. Where I buried part of my pain.

Where I buried my madness.

Laughing jokes with his back against the cold water, which flows down, Oren watching me tremble.

Mentre le cime dei rami gocciolano dai germogli ancora la tua indecenza, che si forza a diventare ghiaccio sciogliendo la neve.

Crudele allarga la bocca mostrando i suoi denti,

che riflettono quelle immagini di parole che incantano.

Quei gesti che lasciano spiazzati e allo stesso tempo ti avvolgono nella loro passione.

Piccoli tocchi, come la punta di una foglia che si slancia dal germoglio,

per crescere,

allargare le sue ali,

vibrare nell'aria al suono del vento

e niente la può estirpare,

si sente forte e protetta da quell'abbraccio,

dai giochi dei sensi,

che si attorcigliano come gambe nude una nell'altra

and there is no word other than a reminder of what is already included.
and the drops of 'indecency slow their scanning

a trickle of the soul that makes the leaves wither,

as the wind begins to sweep away the petals of small yellow flowers that color-color and a variety of gods all of its details in the fallen leaves.

How long a season?

Oren Let me ask this even though I know I would respond by emphasizing the laugh, because nobody knows the answer.

Because the wind is still swirling in aa forest

kidnapped every feeling ready to find new ones,

try to reach out,

then retracts into its movement

and slowly down the silence,

the wake of the blast keys that accumulate dust on ivory,

hide those sharp that make the difference.
And something breaks

and how it was two to keep it together,

it takes two to try to resolder.

hug trees,

greet my woods,

cruel is my smile,

now reflects the waterfall

and water flying behind the Black

It 's time to rest,

that your light fade,

your colors,

your love is pain,

your provoke.

dripping by the branch

tic

...

...

tic

...

...

tics,

start on the return

doing

Toc toc.

It could be worse
I could be alone
I could be locked in here on my own
Like a stone that suddenly drops
It never stops, no
I could be lost
Or I Could be saved
Calling out from beneath the waves
Beaten down by this ocean rain
Never again
Never again



Screaming out from the crests of waves

It could be worse
Bitter or sweet
It could be snapped from the jaws of defeat
Like a light lit upon a beach
Wear your heart on your sleeve

Oh
You want to stop before you begin
You want to sink when you know you could swim
You want to stop just before you begin
Never give in
Never give in



Screaming out from the crests of waves

Nothing matters
Except life and the love you make
Nothing matters
Except life and the love you make
Nothing matters
Except life and the love you make
Except life and the love you make

Screaming out from the crests of waves

Screaming out from the crests of waves
Where your longing to be saved
Screaming out from the crests of waves
Where your longing to be saved Screaming out from the crests of waves

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I hear the noise. Crystal. Falls and shatters.

Mi fa cagare tutto questo.

Se solo non fossi così razionale , escluderei il mondo, e diventerei folle .

Mi creerei il mio castello ed i miei sogni.

E non starei qui a piangere perchè è tutto sbagliato.

Why is breaking something.

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I need to breathe.
I need to find that there's more,
out of our bubble, and this

just because you yourself have discovered that there is.

It seems that your problems
in my head I just concern,
when I know that your life is another. And then I understand

not only with his head but
soul.

I can no longer choose to you without
least me come
doubt that there are other roads.

In truth, your problems are elsewhere.
is I who invented new ones.

THERE 'S NO PROBLEM. And if there
,
was I who create it.
is why today these words and verses

back to become
only mine.

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Another step will be arriving on a distant planet

Think of the things that we feel love,

we would like next,

not put us in front of a mirror,

terrible reflection of ourselves,

they choose,

beautiful creatures, with defects

bearable,

completion

lost soul,

ours.

Illusion.

Illusion!

None is the individual we love,

but the projection that we have him,

per quanto completa, per quanto

precisa,

una proiezione.

Nessuno.
Tutti sono un'illusione.

E dare il nostro cuore ad un'illusione, questo ha senso? Non lo ha.

La sufficienza con cui le persone trattano
i nostri entusiasmi.
Invece di partecipare, annuisci e trovi i motivi per smorzarlo.
La disperazione delle nostre righe o delle
nostre parole.
I am, I can not appreciate me,
or the other, never met?

I would not be human,

Maxwell Demon,

only music and no indecision.

I would not be human, not to bear

your mood swings, and my

.

To avoid having to endure my sins, your

,

her,

yours.

I just hate those changes, my,
I do not need to hate the other,
then people move away,
that you hate so
so simple.

Now I'm alone,

always have been,

we all are,

therefore not a tragedy.

I understand it, accept it, share it, wanting .

I do not want to be André.

Not anymore.

He tries too much pain.

hurts.

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day witches .. .. Today I pay tribute to my witch par excellence ... LA MAMMA! Mine is a character that is to say ... that when the phone rings or the phone even before you manage to get the device asks you "who?" one for which you've never eaten enough and you can not cross the threshold of the house without being asked "Are you hungry? want something? a coffee? juice? a slice of cake? "one who even now that I am 27 years old (and no longer live at home for a while ') mi domanda “Ma perché non inviti qualcuno qui per una grigliata??abbiamo spazio eh??” colei per cui  tu avrai SEMPRE E COMUNQUE torto nei battibecchi con il moroso e per cui l’inglese…specie parole come the e cordless..tradotte in tehè e cordonflex….è ancora un mistero…per cui andare ai 70 in autostrada (scatenando le ire paterne) è una velocità degna della Nasa…e con cui intrattenere splendide,comiche,conversazioni..conversazioni del quarto tipo come queste---

“Marty!Sai chi è nata??La nipotina di C.!”

--ah!Che meraviglia!!!tutto affixed hope! -

Sisi! But I think the midwives clinic Rovereto brought the girl to go 2 hours a day to help her and tell her how to behave with the child! "

* I start by saying that I feel GOOD dislike PSEUDOostetriche / nurse PSEUDOPSICOLOGHE the clinic ... I have never endured ... I find a really kinky with his shrill little voice, the other to do with his I know all that well the pediatrician told me that says a lot of crap *

- Ah, I know you do these things .. had telephoned well to me but I said that I wanted for the house! -

"What an ass you are!! (When using these words makes me die!) WHY 'DO NOT YOU VOLUTE ?? "

- 1) because I like that alien did not want to house 2) can not stand it when I was 5 minutes to weigh Sophie (I was to meet every 5 minutes ... THEN WHEN TOLD ME WHICH CHILDREN DO NOT HAVE intestinal blockage I bit the tongue 10 TIMES) let alone 2 hours at home alone with them .. the asphyxiated by gas ... I refused to even take the course let alone pre-natal ... 3) Why are 's idea that each must LEARN FROM MISTAKES AND ONLY !!---

"Look .. you have quite a temper ... and then .. * BIBOOOOBOOBOBOOOBIBBBIOOO on these occasions I always start mode MISTRESS OF CHARLIE BROWN * "

What about witch MAMMA .. um ... there is only one! ;)

soon befane your

Asina mammadisastro

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Ok, another year has party ... I know I'm a minute late, even if * only * 24 hours but I wanted to wish everyone a WONDERFUL 2011. ... I wish ... ..

A long journey for those who want to escape ....

A happy return to those missing from home ....

A child who ...

want to see the first steps and hear the first word to those who already have ...

to marry another who does not dream ... and that what is really the best day

of your life ... to meet new people ...

... and old friends meet again ...

A new love who has not ....

... and renewal day by day those who already have it ....

You take the license ...

Or buy herself a new car ... FINALLY

to achieve in your work ... ..

or find one of their dreams ....

to move house ....

.. or going to live alone ... I wish

a smile ... a tear of joy ...

So I wish you a wonderful 2011 ....

A hug to all of you ... your ..

mammadisastro

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What is lost. And the past. And I remember.
One love, suffering acute, dull, loud, full, stuffy, terribly necessary. Impotence. Distance. The wear out every word or thought. I left in 2010 suffered a love, true love, real hatred towards those who I had in my whole essence and all my make-believe. In all my contempt for the jealousy that I could not fight, in all perseverance and passion that I put in those dreams of perfection. In 2010 I left again and drag the possessiveness. I hate it. But it is a trail that continues, I wanted to cut off a bridge. I left una persona, quella persona, ed ho preso in mano la mia vita più di quanto pensavo che avrei potuto fare. Il 2009 è stato il sogno. Il 2010 la fine del sogno. E tutto ciò che ne consegue. Inerzia. Apatia , totale mancanza di desiderio. Silenzio. Eppure tante, tante parole. E' finita la poesia, in questo blog, da quando ho smesso di amare. C'è solo una prosa banale e poco ricercata. C'è stata la speranza, l'indignazione, la rassegnazione. Il litigio con i miei. Un vaffanculo di cui no, non sono affatto pentita. Il bisogno di essere ascoltata. La psicologa. Il bisogno di cantare. Il gruppo. Il bisogno di Gaia. Lei, ed un amore nuovo, ambiguo, confuso, verso tutto ciò che è source of this feel good, you. I do not like to be alone, now I understand. You saved me, helped, ignored. There was. And that is enough to make a mess in my head. There's that red, and my new blue. That's what started the end of 2010. E 'away, the Claudia that go along with, he understood, smiled. I've been told too often that the second half of this year, have become less smiling, even if I do not noticed. I was alive. I was independent. I started college. I knew what could be my future. And they are reborn, in blue, and Yael was born. Earlier this year, Andre was reflected in me useless, he just needs attention. Now Yael desperately to convince you not need it, and maybe not really. He just color, it's enough to skate, I bought the wool hat, and perhaps his sister, with all the misfortunes that door. Yael is a new part of me. The party has decided to be different . Tired of being 'the one with the glasses', like a thousand others. In 2010, an exciting concert, and a less exciting, to be mentioned. The Placebo , in all the splendor of reverence and expectation, with the sound of drums when he was still the stage began to appear. That voice announcing with a simplicity that disturbing him, a dream, an ambition, a symbol, a god, for me, was there, terribly real, terribly close. Casino. T-shirts. Lack. The gay pride, a lot of people, lots of color, happiness. Some kisses unimportant, but something to think about, and wait. And then I realized that was not what I wanted. The decline . The knowledge that I was missing because I have not been fulfilled in independence. A different Christmas, Christmas more than most. And the colors right, those gifts, the strange desire to study, the last days. The examination was forgetting. In 2010, I turned nineteen and I got the maturity. Tears. Panico. Suicide, which was a recurring thought in his own way and so fascinating. Smoking. Cigarettes, more and more, too. Too many. The stomach ache. La vicina, che è andata via, e non torna più. Nuovi amici. Nuovo ambiente. Glò . Per qualche motivo, nella mia testa, sempre prensente. Per qualche motivo, la vedevo spesso, nella gente. E tutto quell'allontanare le persone. Piacevo a tutti. E li allontanavo. Un bel disegno, e numerosi acquisti su internet. Un letto nuovo, ed il coraggio di farmi ascoltare cantando. Ho imparato una canzone, intera, la so suonare e l'ho cantata e suonata in pubblico, una sera. Sono stata felice. Un momento. E poi il raduno, altre persone, un'idea interessante, una ragazza interessante, eppure questo silenzio, dentro. E il poeta maledetto, falso, ipocrita, bugiardo, e così costante, nelle sue apparizioni. Angelo, poeta. Pagine and pages written and forgotten. Are no longer part of me, but they are so intense, so beautiful, I had to show them. A trip to the city more alive, Berlin, and these murals, the wall destroyed, the metro, people, gays, and that sense of belonging, of life. The Melancholy of Prague, and the precision of Monaco. The hotel, chats, irritation and love for that way of life is a journey. Indian food. Evenings at the Chinese, with the neighbor. Mery. The decision to stop sending mail. Pierrot the clown, and Chris Corner, so intense, so tragically little themselves. The disappointment. I cosplay. The role-playing game. Important. Important. And then. New Year's Eve. Velvet Goldimine. Brian Slade.


What will come. In what I believe. In what I hope.
is not the year to change, but people. And good intentions do not seem to be well regarded, by luck. I can not give love, for the moment. But I would like something that shook me from this state of inertia and selfishness. I became a little 'bitch, and I would go back to listening to people without asking anything in return. And the university, I will, maybe, but I would do it. One day I will return to Berlin. One day I shall see Brian, and love him still with his eyes. I will sing with him again. I want to live Andre, bring back alive a part of me, her life, change it, make them smile. And I want to see Yael happy because I am Yael, at least in part. And the color will come back to me. I am 'the one with blue hair' and only 'I'. I would like to take this color, with no problems whatsoever. And learning to skate, to commit to something, to live this group and try and do concerts and I want to say that these people have changed. Find new friends. I will keep the old ones. I'm afraid to make new resolutions. Do not ever come true. The stop here.