Monday, March 30, 2009

Who Will Send Me An Arceus In Soulsilver

scirocco channel .. in response to the writer for Vanity Fair


Saturday night and Sunday morning. Beach house. Scirocco.

After spending Saturday night with some friends at a party (actually not very successful) in a room about twenty miles from home, Matt decided it was not too tired to go to bed.
took his car (as you know is not the golf adventures Roman) convinced people to find yet another party at the marina.
Evidently it was not really dark and the organizers of the event, which dismantled the amplification. He had the wrong party, for the second time!

advantage of the unexpected quiet, he moved to the places dearest to him and the usual summer nights, the same notorious these days for stray dogs and all the rest (of which I feel horror and dismay at the thought) . It was invaded by feelings contrast between the pleasure of enjoying a sunset red, and sadness at the thought of what just a few miles away had happened just 15 days before (for the record of killing stray dogs attacked a child on the first Sunday of the sun, just between marine and Sampieri).

He had read an article on the Internet that taking a cue from stray attackers claimed the theory of a drift decadent horror that would begin with the province of Ragusa and had colonized the whole of Europe.
think of this word and could not believe that someone really thought.

will be the night before seemed to want to end (perhaps the return of summer, messed up his sleep), we granted a long car ride along the "province horrendous.
Scicli and memories came to the streets went to the feast of joy, to the folklore that goes with the religious baroque, from where the thought came to Modica, Ragusa, Giarratana places where the word becomes a real live nativity scene and not a surrogate representation of the Gospel. He came up to
Scoglitti before returning home, through stretches of land and greenhouses, and thought of all those people who work there, mostly immigrants, thought to the small towns of Santa Croce and Achates (between the towns with the most high density of foreigners in Italy) where the achievement of integration is not a utopia to read the newspapers, or seal to ronde shots, but the result of working lives and face, children in elementary classes in multi-ethnic, people who tries every day, against the mistrust, ignorance, misinformation, the understandable fears.

He returned to his beach house, stopping first on the waterfront. The looming on his morning sleep, but did not want to miss the spectacle of the rising sun on the sea that drunk sirocco.
After all the times I lost or I dreamed it, he thought.

his return to the province after years on the continent, was beginning to get a better idea.
We pay the periphery, but now the world is global.
Internet, television, opportunities widely used to study, make the people of this province, like many others in Italy and Europe, I can not resign myself helpless in the words of one writer.
It 's true there is much to improve, and if I think that nearly all the brightest of my peers have had to go somewhere else to continue to shine, salt despondency (a thousand times I've seen so fortunate to have studied out, what a disaster that nobody from outside studies in our universities, showing how the condition is good and affordable for many families, but still limited the potential of this part of Italy) I think a short-sighted and incompetent leadership continues to act with impunity. But I had reckoned. I went back to "do things", he continued to repeat itself for exhaustion.

think about all the summers in Sampieri to all the friends who hosted (and that will in the future), who always felt welcomed and integrated by a province that is a border land, but can also be driving force of a different Sicily. A
Sicily where there are significant economic realities, where a centennial model of educational and cultural development has produced great minds and inspired minds. A
Sicily in which he has always lived isolated on the island, so that (say with pride) earned the nickname of the province "dad," where certain mafia-like organization did not take hold like in other areas, where political pluralism and democracy was secured by a PCI card with the highest percentages of southern Italy, where the flavors smells the scents are the ones that everyone recognizes as a healthy and genuine regret from many. A

Sicily where the death of a nine year old plant will be a long time, will not be forgotten. But the same Sicily, where his death will receive justice if all will agree not to stop at appearances, he does not believe in "good" writers in the vein of controversy and in search of popularity, where there will be no against Saviano "Gomorra" ,
but no where "Sicilian tragedy , will lose its identity as a hospitable land.


Should I write these things, he thought Matthew, although not as good as him with the words.
So you leave from the dawn of the Sicilian Channel.

words are a key, but the silence is a pick

wary the Chaplains ...

gaff (in silence, but head-on) back in the province

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Best Browser For Mac Anonymous

Bagnasco're an idiot

... home.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Following Tooth Extraction Pus

Benedict XVI go home champions crash

Mandiamolo home.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Pregnancy With Low Hard Cervix

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Abstract

The real life is that between a disappointment to another. Among
a peak of light-heartedness and another. A range of emotional peaks. The rest are just exceptions. So to see that photo, I was using as a bookmark in a reading last year was a peak emotional. Now there must be time to stall, inevitably, you'll see that we win.
But no, punctual as the sun in the spring, we're out.

Like a Michael Bay film


"Thank you tacked on to the evening, partner, you know, two women and a man is not going nowhere, the first date."
Piero said, I just thanked for the invitation for U2 tickets for the second time in a day.
A Chinese restaurant, I guess most of eastern Luicin in San Lorenzo, booked for 20.30. Two girls are waiting in front of the place of rest for 20.25. Two girls that I've ever seen. Two girls Piero has never seen, but heard via MSN.
"With one of the two I've chatted a lot, the other is the friend who acts as the spare wheel. I mean, instead of sitting at home, we make two balls, but still living a different experience. "
" Nice experience ah, you know that after yesterday, "
" You are catastrophic, like a Michael Bay film, which then are used to Europe losing "
" Do not persecute Tintu. "
" Rather, we talk about serious things. We go there in July in Milan?
"But you, you decide ..."
"You're heavy, like a film by Orson Welles."
"But you stop co 'sti film references? Breakthrough is the Pagoda. "
find parking. I get off thinking about the imminent appointment of the car, the spring rolls and fried in corn last year to the photo in the book by Saramago.
That picture does not even know why I think about it, shame on me.
"Here they are, have already arrived," whispered Peter, with some anxiety as a kid.
'But that is not ...' I thought to myself.
"I those who smoke outside the door. "
not believe it. Bob black the lowest, I had tried a few Fridays ago shamelessly before abbrumarmi of Montenegro. One of the girls has her own.
The other is easily framed. Solita miss from the Big Brother audition, believed to be in a city of dreams, in the loft of Italy. Wake up, you're in the process of the boot, and we also finished the caustic soda to clean it up. Oh well that there is a beautiful sea, but there is little to be happy.
arrived in front of them, Piero is manifested by a wave of his hand, then go to the presentations.
disgust on finding that the spare wheel and above are my latest infatuation the same person (it's nice to have friends with different tastes when it comes to women!).
When shaking hands, moving his eyes for a split second, to the right. He recognized me, but we ignore it. At least I found out what it's called. A name so banal that is already out of my cerebral cortex.
decide to enter. A Chinese
, all double-crested and white, it makes us sit at the table.
The formation is as follows: Piero and I side by side with our ladies meetings, respectively, in front of us.
Piero starts talking to his contact with the throttle MSN, alternately funny lines in speeches that link to this or that chat or facebook and things like that. Name
Banal, showing the typical uncertainty of wheels, a shy stuttering: "So, how are you?"
Since here we can not pretend not to be there, setting the status to "invisible", are forced to answer.
"Ask my son, when I have one."
"You? You'll want to have children? "Test you do with accommodating.
"Why not." I cut short now.
Following is the time of ordering.
Piero gives us inside, as if for the first time in China, taking an appetizer, first and second (totally unaware of phosphorus bombs that has just ordered). I limit myself to the classics noodles and spring rolls. Trivial name just takes a dish of vegetables, wanting to make the commitment to healthy food, despite not exactly slim silhouette. Contact MSN Piero I have no idea what to order, I'm thinking of the picture and not even feel.
Dinner goes with me every speech that supports Trivial name trying to sketch. I bet that sooner or later end up talking about the weather, the last beach before the infirmities of health or holiday stories completely invented.
"Of course for March is still chilly ..." As it turned
. That girl predictable. Yet I liked it so much some days ago.
"You could put a sweater instead the top. "
admit the evil, but too cool elimination from the Champions League a couple of scrapes on the job, and the two of spades that I wanted to increase my revenge acid (which was given in large part by the spring rolls! )
"Then at the concert I had a hot as hell!" Oh
. Eyes widened.
"What concert?" The
chattatore crazy, having picked up my astonishment, he turns to me.
"member, I'm sorry, I'd forgotten. After dinner we thought of going to kill the night 'I'm the concert. The group is out here never plays. From that we destroy. Later I also have a bombshell to give you! "There
no end to the worst, I thought, well another bombshell.
If it were not that ruin the evening with him, I would have flown away.
The evening will end, sooner or later.
me a phrase that comes to mind Lawrence told me in a day at the bowling alley in Rome in February, some time ago.
"It can not rain forever."
Or maybe it was ...
"It may rain for ever, Matt."
But I could not sit at home listening to the new Elvis Perkins, or go to the movies as I thought?
maybe inviting Trivial name ... but at least there I could sleep!


This story is dedicated To:



  • all those who are accustomed to seeing out of the champions Inter in March, but not yet resigned

  • all who luckily have a friend Juventus who organized the evening

  • t Tampin ll those who have a girl all night, but she nothing, goes back only when you are all living elsewhere

  • to all those who can not tolerate the Bay of cinema, but not even that of Orson Wells charity

  • to those who hate Chinese food

  • drinkers amaro montenegro

  • to those who have never heard Elvis Perkins

  • and who has a photo in the midst of books

Raffio 'old trafford' Flower