History of whores and whoremongers. Even
The other night while I was returning home after a day's work, I saw such a latch on the side of the road waving you because they need help. Approached the car and listened to his request: he needed someone to help him put the car on the road. I did get in the car and drove at her. We walked along a dirt road and ice together. As few meters separated us from his car a lot more words and said: "You know, I'm with my girlfriend ..."," you know, is a Nigerian. " At these words I looked at his face - and the Lord God has been cruel to him - and said, "but what? You're with a whore? ".
Ei was silent and after a few meters paths we had, we arrived at his car. He introduced me to his" girlfriend ", then we gave it immediately to be done to raise the car from there. and I pushed as two Nigerian and beasts of burden, and went back. and then they made a change and the Nigerian and I always push.
half an hour passed and after many unsuccessful attempts tiring, I greeted them in a hurry and I went in my car.
of Woe misfortunes! My car was also stuck in the ice and there was no pedal pressure that could move it. To which I asked to come down and bitch and whore to push my car. They were kind - and God forbid - and accepted my request. However, despite the efforts and experience - and certainly those two were practical pressures - there was nothing to do. The Nigerian picked up the phone and it spoke in pidgin. After several minutes, hence the call of the "girlfriend", 4 hoes were accompanied by a man of Lecce nomato Bruno. At that point I found myself in the midst of five prostitutes, a pimp and a pimp. We gave all of us together to do to get my car on the road: Bruno at the wheel, I pushed and leeches. It was a great creaking of ivory teeth and swish of legs of ebony. The hookers, high heels, one by one slipped in pushing the car. It was heard in the fall of a the laughter of another. So we spent three quarters of an hour, pushed between sterile and laughter of hyenas. Given the failure of performance, Bruno took his leave and brought with it below the sellers of sex. I stayed with me for me and the tenant for my misfortune. I called my father by phone, who advised me that I could, if I find, fit chains on the wheels. It took me half an hour to mount and mount, which were left to pimp for a bottle of wine when I was in the car (after all, poor fellow, was a man who felt sorry for me) and went faster than light to the house. Yesterday
Monday, December 29, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
What Have You Done Color Bracelets
Calabrese, even though they have a hard head, they are wise. Long live the government
Uncle Vincent and grandfather Giamba dined at my house.
Uncle, at some point between the first and second, said: "Who's' love of hair and teeth, not enamored of components."
Uncle Vincent and grandfather Giamba dined at my house.
Uncle, at some point between the first and second, said: "Who's' love of hair and teeth, not enamored of components."
Thursday, October 30, 2008
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cheers her pussy!
Mara Carfagna, Minister (the lowercase m is deliberate and due) of equal opportunities. There
rediamo account of who is governing?
Mara Carfagna, Minister (the lowercase m is deliberate and due) of equal opportunities. There
rediamo account of who is governing?
Monday, October 20, 2008
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Today during lunch I rediscovered the pleasure of using a fork to mo 'catapult to launch apple peelings to my brother, I even managed to shove a piece of stalk in his mouth!
Today during lunch I rediscovered the pleasure of using a fork to mo 'catapult to launch apple peelings to my brother, I even managed to shove a piece of stalk in his mouth!
Friday, October 3, 2008
Marisa Tomei My Cousin Vinny Monologue
As a bushi
What is happiness? For me it's control over myself.
When I can respect the limits that I set myself and to achieve the goals I have set, then I feel happy.
not in love or in friendship: only implementing them self-denial I can feel happy.
What is happiness? For me it's control over myself.
When I can respect the limits that I set myself and to achieve the goals I have set, then I feel happy.
not in love or in friendship: only implementing them self-denial I can feel happy.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
What Is A Tortuous Colon
The mirror is deceitful and rebellious as a denier
Sefdin looked in the mirror. He looked and looked in profile, front, back. Improvisation understood and said, "I'm not what the mirror reflects, indeed, that image is quite false, as is my hand and I do not obey, if I raise my right arm, she raises her left."
Sefdin looked in the mirror. He looked and looked in profile, front, back. Improvisation understood and said, "I'm not what the mirror reflects, indeed, that image is quite false, as is my hand and I do not obey, if I raise my right arm, she raises her left."
Friday, September 19, 2008
What Happened Chetna And Prithvi
The history of poor George, or the village idiot puts it in the ass to everyone in the car
George did not understand much of what it would entail. His sister, his brother, his wife wanted to drive it all. When he was young he fell from the chair and struck his head violently against the floor. It had been 55 years since that damn day, 55 damned years.
Dumb. this was the illness of George: he was a bit 'silly.
One day, driven by his sister, went home to take Sefdin of 10 tiles. He came with the 500 red house Sefdin 08:00. At that moment Sefdin was putting on his pants. At the sound of the engine went to the window, pulled back the curtains and saw the 500 maneuver in the courtyard. Sefdin thought, "Who's this? And he wants? I have 30 seconds to go into the shirt, then I hear a strange voice call on the stairs: there is none?". They passed the second and the minute they arrived. Sefdin appeared worried the balcony. The man had fallen from the car and was loading the tiles on the 500.
"Hello, I have come to take the tiles." Sefdin, amazed by the confidential tone unknown man who used it, calmed down: "It will be one that kept me in her arms when I was little, the father has sent."
Sefdin returned home and turned to her mother: "But there's a guy who is taking the tiles off." Jeanne furious picked up the phone and called her husband: "You can not send people to take the tiles until 08:00 in the morning without telling us anything! ... How? Not have sent anyone? ... I do not know what it's called now Sefdin ask him to send his name. I'll call you later. " Jeanne Sefdin sent to ask for the name to the unknown.
Sefdin, amused by the butt face of the person who was loading the tiles into the car, leaned against the railing with his arms folded the balcony and said, "Listen, but who are you?"
Man, flashing an innocent smile replied: "I'm George, right? Flavio's brother, at the bar"
"Ah ... okay"
Sefdin returned home: "But, but Flavio has a bar brother? He says he is George's brother, Flavio "
Jeanne turned her eyes upward to help you remember," but it is George. Poor thing, is a bit 'silly because a child fell from the chair. Let him take the couple, is a good man. "
Thus Sefdin thought to be idiots there are also advantages: no one contrasts trying to defend his reasons sure that you can not understand.
George did not understand much of what it would entail. His sister, his brother, his wife wanted to drive it all. When he was young he fell from the chair and struck his head violently against the floor. It had been 55 years since that damn day, 55 damned years.
Dumb. this was the illness of George: he was a bit 'silly.
One day, driven by his sister, went home to take Sefdin of 10 tiles. He came with the 500 red house Sefdin 08:00. At that moment Sefdin was putting on his pants. At the sound of the engine went to the window, pulled back the curtains and saw the 500 maneuver in the courtyard. Sefdin thought, "Who's this? And he wants? I have 30 seconds to go into the shirt, then I hear a strange voice call on the stairs: there is none?". They passed the second and the minute they arrived. Sefdin appeared worried the balcony. The man had fallen from the car and was loading the tiles on the 500.
"Hello, I have come to take the tiles." Sefdin, amazed by the confidential tone unknown man who used it, calmed down: "It will be one that kept me in her arms when I was little, the father has sent."
Sefdin returned home and turned to her mother: "But there's a guy who is taking the tiles off." Jeanne furious picked up the phone and called her husband: "You can not send people to take the tiles until 08:00 in the morning without telling us anything! ... How? Not have sent anyone? ... I do not know what it's called now Sefdin ask him to send his name. I'll call you later. " Jeanne Sefdin sent to ask for the name to the unknown.
Sefdin, amused by the butt face of the person who was loading the tiles into the car, leaned against the railing with his arms folded the balcony and said, "Listen, but who are you?"
Man, flashing an innocent smile replied: "I'm George, right? Flavio's brother, at the bar"
"Ah ... okay"
Sefdin returned home: "But, but Flavio has a bar brother? He says he is George's brother, Flavio "
Jeanne turned her eyes upward to help you remember," but it is George. Poor thing, is a bit 'silly because a child fell from the chair. Let him take the couple, is a good man. "
Thus Sefdin thought to be idiots there are also advantages: no one contrasts trying to defend his reasons sure that you can not understand.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
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Dialogue
Sefdin, sitting on the passenger seat: "You know that only two women in my life I can have fun?" Stefano
guide and silent Sicilian
Sefdin: "One of these women is my mother, the other is Erika."
Stefano continues to lead and do the Sicilian
Sefdin: "The fact is that with the girls, out of sex, I break my balls too. Who wants to keep up when you go shopping? Who wants to listen to the billions of words that are incomprehensible to express something? "
Stefano: "sin that friends do not have a fluke, or with friends you could even fuck and have fun at the same time"
Sefdin, sitting on the passenger seat: "You know that only two women in my life I can have fun?" Stefano
guide and silent Sicilian
Sefdin: "One of these women is my mother, the other is Erika."
Stefano continues to lead and do the Sicilian
Sefdin: "The fact is that with the girls, out of sex, I break my balls too. Who wants to keep up when you go shopping? Who wants to listen to the billions of words that are incomprehensible to express something? "
Stefano: "sin that friends do not have a fluke, or with friends you could even fuck and have fun at the same time"
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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Thought Concern = = = Agitation ... might as well not to think. The class of Prof. Ayad
Elise returned from the post office concerned: no longer had his wallet with them. The portfolios were € 50.00 in cash, debit cards, driving licenses, the 's identity card ... Elise's heart was in my throat. He called his mother, desperate to tell the tale, "and now how do I do? In a foreign country without money and documents." The mother advised her to return to post, perhaps he had left his wallet there. Elise went to the post. The clerk who had served at the counter, Elise just walked into the office, he smiled and showed her his wallet: "I think this is your ...". Elise was in seventh heaven, fortunately nothing happened.
This story teaches us that to be happy we need awareness. Millions of people distracted have a wallet in his pocket, but does not make them happy. This story teaches us that often there is no reason to worry, no reason to be happy, because actually rejoice when things return to normal (according to our perception, because in fact, never been changed)?
Elise returned from the post office concerned: no longer had his wallet with them. The portfolios were € 50.00 in cash, debit cards, driving licenses, the 's identity card ... Elise's heart was in my throat. He called his mother, desperate to tell the tale, "and now how do I do? In a foreign country without money and documents." The mother advised her to return to post, perhaps he had left his wallet there. Elise went to the post. The clerk who had served at the counter, Elise just walked into the office, he smiled and showed her his wallet: "I think this is your ...". Elise was in seventh heaven, fortunately nothing happened.
This story teaches us that to be happy we need awareness. Millions of people distracted have a wallet in his pocket, but does not make them happy. This story teaches us that often there is no reason to worry, no reason to be happy, because actually rejoice when things return to normal (according to our perception, because in fact, never been changed)?
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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Alabbar. The science of
I miss the days When I was listening the amazing story of arabs. Now I've to study it.
I miss the days When I was listening the amazing story of arabs. Now I've to study it.
Doujinshi Pokemon 400
Heyoka, ie: "let's pretend that reality is different"
As science progresses? People who are trying to find something, you find something else.
Saturday, me, my brother and my father, we dismantled a portion of the roof. My father removed the tiles from the roof, they went to my brother on the stairs, he threw them to me and I they position on the floor. Upload all platforms, we had to bring up others: my brother was down to tie with a string so that I could pull them up from the barn. Pull up the first down I raised the string, but I did not do the Christian way, it took me all the idiocy that I inherited from my mother, I tied a cord of wood to eighteen, justifying this act to my brother saying that given the inconsistency of its weight, the cord would come to earth if I had not weighed. These gestures are stupid and devoid of useful techniques that I and my brother when we do we make a boring job, do it just to laugh a bit '. Well, my brother has taken up the challenge of my idiocy: took the rope tied to eighteen, and has stuck by the axes of the platform. Auks I pulled on the platform without a hitch. Do you realize? We have discovered a more efficient procedure for putting up the boards by challenging the law of universal gravitation! I made fun of Newton's law and have paid off!
As science progresses? People who are trying to find something, you find something else.
Saturday, me, my brother and my father, we dismantled a portion of the roof. My father removed the tiles from the roof, they went to my brother on the stairs, he threw them to me and I they position on the floor. Upload all platforms, we had to bring up others: my brother was down to tie with a string so that I could pull them up from the barn. Pull up the first down I raised the string, but I did not do the Christian way, it took me all the idiocy that I inherited from my mother, I tied a cord of wood to eighteen, justifying this act to my brother saying that given the inconsistency of its weight, the cord would come to earth if I had not weighed. These gestures are stupid and devoid of useful techniques that I and my brother when we do we make a boring job, do it just to laugh a bit '. Well, my brother has taken up the challenge of my idiocy: took the rope tied to eighteen, and has stuck by the axes of the platform. Auks I pulled on the platform without a hitch. Do you realize? We have discovered a more efficient procedure for putting up the boards by challenging the law of universal gravitation! I made fun of Newton's law and have paid off!
Friday, August 8, 2008
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sad story of a woman who is more mother and is no longer the wife
Yesterday I met a lady whose story moved me.
She, unfortunately, he buried his son, who died due to a rare disease, and five months after her son's death she found herself a widow since her husband died of grief.
's son, during his illness, he should take a daily medication expensive (€ 350.00 for each day) that could not afford. The Turkish, former minister of health, despite this woman and mother is facing her ministry over and over again by fax and registered, did not lift a finger.
Yesterday I met a lady whose story moved me.
She, unfortunately, he buried his son, who died due to a rare disease, and five months after her son's death she found herself a widow since her husband died of grief.
's son, during his illness, he should take a daily medication expensive (€ 350.00 for each day) that could not afford. The Turkish, former minister of health, despite this woman and mother is facing her ministry over and over again by fax and registered, did not lift a finger.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Is Jam Bad For Chloresterol
To Russia with love
The one in the picture is Charles Aznavour, a famous French singer of Armenian descent (real surname is Aznavourian). When I feel a little down in the dumps his play "Les deux guitares", a song whose chorus is in Russian. As my friends-list is composed mostly from Russia (why attract your attention? Why my user-name is a number?) I decided to dedicate to you this beautiful song.
I hope you can teach me a bit ' Di Russo, he minimo per capire ciò che indispensabile scrivete. Two gypsies
scratch their relentless guitar
reviving the bottom of all my nights
memory
Without that runs in me A flood of distress
Font reborn under their fingers
My misspent youth
Aigh tsunami, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo
Aigh tsunami tidal, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo tidal
Play Gypsy Play for me
With over flame
To drown
Who told my soul
Where did you wrong Why did
you hurt?
You got a headache
Drink a little less today
You will drink more tomorrow
And even more after tomorrow
Aigh tsunami, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo
Aigh tsunami tidal, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo tidal
I want to laugh, want to sing And drunk
my pain To forget the past with me I carry
Go pour the wine very
Because wine delivers
Pour pour me some more so that I get drunk
Aigh tsunami, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo
Aigh tsunami tidal, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo tidal
Two guitars in my thoughts Throw a huge disorder
explaining the futility of our existence
What do we live?
Why do we live?
What is the rationale? You're alive today
You'll be dead tomorrow
And even more after tomorrow
Aigh tsunami, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo
Aigh tsunami tidal, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo tidal
When I am dead drunk
weak and pathetic
And you see my body
Roll under the table so you can stop
Your songs that resonate
But until I play
Play directs
Aigh tidal, ischô raz
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo
Aigh raz raz, raz ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo raz
TRANSLATION:
Two gypsies
relentlessly scratching their guitars
reviving from the bottom of all my nights
memory
Without knowing that flows in A lot of anguish me
fan reborn under my fingers
The mad youth
once, an 'yet another
and over and over again
once, an' yet another
and over and over again
Gypsies play, play for me play with more passion
much to cover the voice that says to my soul:
Where did you hurt?
Why did you hurt?
You have a headache!
drink a little 'less today
drink more and more the day after tomorrow
once, an' yet another
and over and over again
once, an 'yet another
and over and over again
I want to laugh and get drunk and sing my pain
to forget the past that
drag me forward, versatemi
because of strong wine, the wine still free
versatemene
that can inebriate
once an 'other and still
over and over again
once, an 'yet another
and over and over again
Two guitars throw in my thoughts a
a 'great concern
suggesting the futility of our existence
What do we live?
Why do we live?
What is the raison d'etre?
are alive today will be dead tomorrow
And even more tomorrow
once an 'other again and again and again
once again, an' yet another
and over and over again when I am drunk-
dead weak and deplorable
and see my body on the table roll
then you stop playing Your songs
but meanwhile
played played, I order
once an 'other again and again and again
once again, an' yet another
and over and over again
The one in the picture is Charles Aznavour, a famous French singer of Armenian descent (real surname is Aznavourian). When I feel a little down in the dumps his play "Les deux guitares", a song whose chorus is in Russian. As my friends-list is composed mostly from Russia (why attract your attention? Why my user-name is a number?) I decided to dedicate to you this beautiful song.
I hope you can teach me a bit ' Di Russo, he minimo per capire ciò che indispensabile scrivete. Two gypsies
scratch their relentless guitar
reviving the bottom of all my nights
memory
Without that runs in me A flood of distress
Font reborn under their fingers
My misspent youth
Aigh tsunami, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo
Aigh tsunami tidal, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo tidal
Play Gypsy Play for me
With over flame
To drown
Who told my soul
Where did you wrong Why did
you hurt?
You got a headache
Drink a little less today
You will drink more tomorrow
And even more after tomorrow
Aigh tsunami, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo
Aigh tsunami tidal, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo tidal
I want to laugh, want to sing And drunk
my pain To forget the past with me I carry
Go pour the wine very
Because wine delivers
Pour pour me some more so that I get drunk
Aigh tsunami, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo
Aigh tsunami tidal, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo tidal
Two guitars in my thoughts Throw a huge disorder
explaining the futility of our existence
What do we live?
Why do we live?
What is the rationale? You're alive today
You'll be dead tomorrow
And even more after tomorrow
Aigh tsunami, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo
Aigh tsunami tidal, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo tidal
When I am dead drunk
weak and pathetic
And you see my body
Roll under the table so you can stop
Your songs that resonate
But until I play
Play directs
Aigh tidal, ischô raz
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo
Aigh raz raz, raz ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo raz
TRANSLATION:
Two gypsies
relentlessly scratching their guitars
reviving from the bottom of all my nights
memory
Without knowing that flows in A lot of anguish me
fan reborn under my fingers
The mad youth
once, an 'yet another
and over and over again
once, an' yet another
and over and over again
Gypsies play, play for me play with more passion
much to cover the voice that says to my soul:
Where did you hurt?
Why did you hurt?
You have a headache!
drink a little 'less today
drink more and more the day after tomorrow
once, an' yet another
and over and over again
once, an 'yet another
and over and over again
I want to laugh and get drunk and sing my pain
to forget the past that
drag me forward, versatemi
because of strong wine, the wine still free
versatemene
that can inebriate
once an 'other and still
over and over again
once, an 'yet another
and over and over again
Two guitars throw in my thoughts a
a 'great concern
suggesting the futility of our existence
What do we live?
Why do we live?
What is the raison d'etre?
are alive today will be dead tomorrow
And even more tomorrow
once an 'other again and again and again
once again, an' yet another
and over and over again when I am drunk-
dead weak and deplorable
and see my body on the table roll
then you stop playing Your songs
but meanwhile
played played, I order
once an 'other again and again and again
once again, an' yet another
and over and over again
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
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Today redid
When I was little my mother used to sing nursery rhymes like this:
À l'enterrement de ma grand-mère j'étais devant j'étais derrière, j'étais derrière
j'étais devant, j'étais tout seul à l'enterrement.
Unfortunately, even in translation, does not do justice to 'the original humor:
At the funeral of my grandmother (great mother) I was before I was behind (as you can be in two places opposite one another?)
I was behind I was in front (the shape is reversed, but the content is that of the previous sentence), I was alone at the funeral (this explains its ubiquity: it was front and behind was because he was the only one).
When I was little my mother used to sing nursery rhymes like this:
À l'enterrement de ma grand-mère j'étais devant j'étais derrière, j'étais derrière
j'étais devant, j'étais tout seul à l'enterrement.
Unfortunately, even in translation, does not do justice to 'the original humor:
At the funeral of my grandmother (great mother) I was before I was behind (as you can be in two places opposite one another?)
I was behind I was in front (the shape is reversed, but the content is that of the previous sentence), I was alone at the funeral (this explains its ubiquity: it was front and behind was because he was the only one).
Monday, August 4, 2008
Healing Stage Ringworm
The photos that I stole it from Karen.
From left vs. right: Karen, Julia, Anna and Sandra (I emphasize).
From left vs. right: Suhail (sponge), Hasan (aka Tyson), I.
A close up on a background of Genoa Roman (Mapi and Anna)
From left vs. right: Karen, Julia, Anna and Sandra (I emphasize).
From left vs. right: Suhail (sponge), Hasan (aka Tyson), I.
A close up on a background of Genoa Roman (Mapi and Anna)
Friday, August 1, 2008
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PS (Sciver else I feel like)
25/07/2008, Rabat. They are the
23:39 in Rabat, the 0:39 to La Spezia. Why take as a reference La Spezia? Why is the only reference I have on this machine, borrowed from Mapi 2 days ago. It's funny to write on a QWERTY keyboard, here in Morocco because the arrangement of letters on the keys is different from Italian (Azer). This is a magic moment: it's Friday (holy day for Muslims) in Morocco, while in Italy on Saturday (the Jewish holy day). In thinking about this I realize that the time, or rather, his statement is actually an invention of man. Perhaps the Creator, whose day lasts 50,000 years (so I said Suhail), the succession of days seems to be the rapid change of color of a cuttlefish.
I believe that the Arabs do not know what it means to be punctual. If Alae says, "tomorrow at 10:00 we left for the beach," one must understand: "At 13:00 on the day after tomorrow, inshallah, we meet, we go to eat and, inshallah, we lose a little 'time to talk about torture Allah has for those who are not in Serbian ablutions before approaching the Koran, auks, Inshallah, at 18:00, we go to sea. "
The Charlie Parker Jazz accompanies my room type, while the Maarifa Bayt (house of knowledge), which reside at the hostel in the evening proceeds as usual. As usual ... I can say as usual? What do I know the routine of Bayt al Maarifa? I am here only on July 7. The routine is something that sets the man does not reside in places, dwells in our hearts. Bayt al Maarifa is not a building, is the set of people who live there and that is why I am talking about routine. Routine is in the eye of the observer: things did not proceed in the same way, I have to look at it as such.
aggregation are three points up at 00:15: the entrance, the study room and lounge with TV. At 00:15 of the Bayt al Maarifa closed doors, so smokers who are forced to enter the entrance chatting. The three alternatives are, once rendered inaccessible at the point of aggregation: either you go to sleep, or studying, or going to bother those who try to watch TV.
Another important place (at least for me that I write) is "the garden of women." There are cats and grass, trees and Korean, if they are not jumping rope, squeak. I, as a man, I can not get into the garden of women. It is a kind of paradise, a popular destination because it denied a place that my eyes can see without my feet can walk. If there is one thing that we do not understand, in addition to punctuality, is that banning something means to feed the desire. The psychological mechanism is simple: the more something is forbidden and so much more willing to break even just curious, is violent. God knew (of course, it is he who made us), so he told protoplasts: "Dear pieces of mud, you get what you want, except for that fruit."
My favorite pastime is to drink Souhail. I feel very funny to hear a Muslim before the first beer is justified to ask: "You know, you do not drink for a month. Now I feel I can do, is something I want, then, from 24/07, 40 days before Ramadan, I can no longer drink (25, I have requested one). "
"time flies ...." With this very simple and very eloquent speech, among other bullshit, I Giusy had to rethink sermons that avucà me on Friday evening. Shit, maybe it's true: there is no hope for us, we are just poor bastards (remember to pay the royalties to Anna). We have a limited time by barriers and the physiological and mental. The time of a hard life as a 'footprint imprinted on the shoreline that draws in the surf itself. Here is the right word to describe it: Epicurean. Although at first glance may seem like a shallow person, is actually a sensitive person.
As for me, I find that my "mourning" is not yet finished. I have a scar on his hand and shoulder. When I got these two wounds, I felt a pain, while leaving an indelible mark, within a month would pass. How can something intangible to so bad? Every time I look at your photos and I think (now I did): "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...." Yeah, I do not think anything, I just looked at me, then look away when I try to see (the wise, as they say Anglophones, is one who sees). I try to see things clearly, repeating things that logic can not understand a deaf heart.
Actually what I feel is not really pain, is boredom more than anything else that makes me apathetic. With you I made a leap ten years into the future. All the time I've taken since I have left is like an empty glass to make (thanks Baglioni). I feel old, too old to be surrounded by people like smiling.
Alpignano, 01/08/2008.
Here is what I carry around, the only souvenir (a term more appropriate than ever, since in Arabic the word "man" is connected to the root of "forgetting"), the Sura al Ichlas (112):
Bismillahi Ar-Rahman Ar -Rahim.
QUL Hua Allahu Ahad. Allahu Samad. Lam Wa Lam Yalid Yulad. Lam Wa Lahu Yakunu Qufuan Ahad.
25/07/2008, Rabat. They are the
23:39 in Rabat, the 0:39 to La Spezia. Why take as a reference La Spezia? Why is the only reference I have on this machine, borrowed from Mapi 2 days ago. It's funny to write on a QWERTY keyboard, here in Morocco because the arrangement of letters on the keys is different from Italian (Azer). This is a magic moment: it's Friday (holy day for Muslims) in Morocco, while in Italy on Saturday (the Jewish holy day). In thinking about this I realize that the time, or rather, his statement is actually an invention of man. Perhaps the Creator, whose day lasts 50,000 years (so I said Suhail), the succession of days seems to be the rapid change of color of a cuttlefish.
I believe that the Arabs do not know what it means to be punctual. If Alae says, "tomorrow at 10:00 we left for the beach," one must understand: "At 13:00 on the day after tomorrow, inshallah, we meet, we go to eat and, inshallah, we lose a little 'time to talk about torture Allah has for those who are not in Serbian ablutions before approaching the Koran, auks, Inshallah, at 18:00, we go to sea. "
The Charlie Parker Jazz accompanies my room type, while the Maarifa Bayt (house of knowledge), which reside at the hostel in the evening proceeds as usual. As usual ... I can say as usual? What do I know the routine of Bayt al Maarifa? I am here only on July 7. The routine is something that sets the man does not reside in places, dwells in our hearts. Bayt al Maarifa is not a building, is the set of people who live there and that is why I am talking about routine. Routine is in the eye of the observer: things did not proceed in the same way, I have to look at it as such.
aggregation are three points up at 00:15: the entrance, the study room and lounge with TV. At 00:15 of the Bayt al Maarifa closed doors, so smokers who are forced to enter the entrance chatting. The three alternatives are, once rendered inaccessible at the point of aggregation: either you go to sleep, or studying, or going to bother those who try to watch TV.
Another important place (at least for me that I write) is "the garden of women." There are cats and grass, trees and Korean, if they are not jumping rope, squeak. I, as a man, I can not get into the garden of women. It is a kind of paradise, a popular destination because it denied a place that my eyes can see without my feet can walk. If there is one thing that we do not understand, in addition to punctuality, is that banning something means to feed the desire. The psychological mechanism is simple: the more something is forbidden and so much more willing to break even just curious, is violent. God knew (of course, it is he who made us), so he told protoplasts: "Dear pieces of mud, you get what you want, except for that fruit."
My favorite pastime is to drink Souhail. I feel very funny to hear a Muslim before the first beer is justified to ask: "You know, you do not drink for a month. Now I feel I can do, is something I want, then, from 24/07, 40 days before Ramadan, I can no longer drink (25, I have requested one). "
"time flies ...." With this very simple and very eloquent speech, among other bullshit, I Giusy had to rethink sermons that avucà me on Friday evening. Shit, maybe it's true: there is no hope for us, we are just poor bastards (remember to pay the royalties to Anna). We have a limited time by barriers and the physiological and mental. The time of a hard life as a 'footprint imprinted on the shoreline that draws in the surf itself. Here is the right word to describe it: Epicurean. Although at first glance may seem like a shallow person, is actually a sensitive person.
As for me, I find that my "mourning" is not yet finished. I have a scar on his hand and shoulder. When I got these two wounds, I felt a pain, while leaving an indelible mark, within a month would pass. How can something intangible to so bad? Every time I look at your photos and I think (now I did): "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...." Yeah, I do not think anything, I just looked at me, then look away when I try to see (the wise, as they say Anglophones, is one who sees). I try to see things clearly, repeating things that logic can not understand a deaf heart.
Actually what I feel is not really pain, is boredom more than anything else that makes me apathetic. With you I made a leap ten years into the future. All the time I've taken since I have left is like an empty glass to make (thanks Baglioni). I feel old, too old to be surrounded by people like smiling.
Alpignano, 01/08/2008.
Here is what I carry around, the only souvenir (a term more appropriate than ever, since in Arabic the word "man" is connected to the root of "forgetting"), the Sura al Ichlas (112):
Bismillahi Ar-Rahman Ar -Rahim.
QUL Hua Allahu Ahad. Allahu Samad. Lam Wa Lam Yalid Yulad. Lam Wa Lahu Yakunu Qufuan Ahad.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Akiba Episode 2 Online
Now that I discovered how to do (upload your pictures) will not do more.
was August 's 89, my brother had just turned a year old. My mother had prepared a cake that was as eye chocolate cake, while the language is presented as a piece of coal with a candle. Even now, years later, my mother prepares cakes burned. When someone makes you notice she says, "is well done!"
was August 's 89, my brother had just turned a year old. My mother had prepared a cake that was as eye chocolate cake, while the language is presented as a piece of coal with a candle. Even now, years later, my mother prepares cakes burned. When someone makes you notice she says, "is well done!"
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Dizziness Motion Sickness
Caught!
I remember when I was little my mother bought me and my brother Kinder egg. I loved the egg Kinder: rich chocolate surprise.
My father did not want my mother viziasse with Kindersite, so me and my brother we hid on the balcony, but one day my father came by surprise and snapped us that photo.
I remember when I was little my mother bought me and my brother Kinder egg. I loved the egg Kinder: rich chocolate surprise.
My father did not want my mother viziasse with Kindersite, so me and my brother we hid on the balcony, but one day my father came by surprise and snapped us that photo.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
A Good Name For A Chocolate Bar
Pauli, Fludd and alchemy
An important meeting for physics and psychology was that between 900 Wolfgang Pauli, Nobel prize for physics, and Carl Gustav Jung, founder of analytical psychology. Quantum physics of Pauli to Jung served as a model to overcome the model of classical physics that Sigmund Freud was used to found psychoanalysis. Jung devoted considerable study to an understanding of alchemy in psychological terms, particularly analyzing several hundred of Pauli's dreams. Pauli, in turn, tried to understand the roots of modern physics and science through the archetypes and Jungian archetypal images of the collective unconscious. He saw in the controversy between Kepler and Fludd, with the prevalence of the ideas of Kepler in the foundation of modern physics, the confrontation and conflict between different instances of archetypes and images that the new view of quantum physics can and should instead complement.
An important meeting for physics and psychology was that between 900 Wolfgang Pauli, Nobel prize for physics, and Carl Gustav Jung, founder of analytical psychology. Quantum physics of Pauli to Jung served as a model to overcome the model of classical physics that Sigmund Freud was used to found psychoanalysis. Jung devoted considerable study to an understanding of alchemy in psychological terms, particularly analyzing several hundred of Pauli's dreams. Pauli, in turn, tried to understand the roots of modern physics and science through the archetypes and Jungian archetypal images of the collective unconscious. He saw in the controversy between Kepler and Fludd, with the prevalence of the ideas of Kepler in the foundation of modern physics, the confrontation and conflict between different instances of archetypes and images that the new view of quantum physics can and should instead complement.
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