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It's dark outside, a few lights and covered with glass sketch svelte figures walking on the sidewalk. Almost does not seem to exist, it is so dark in the morning, it is so fleeting that cast the shadow.
The window of the bar is a screen that protects against the cold and strong-smelling vapor exhaled by manholes. Inside there is a shelter where the atmosphere is warm and the warmth that you feel is like an inner confidence whispered in his ear: a familiar, fleshy lips wetted.
Standing, his stomach stuck to the counter, waiting for a man crumpled coffee. Swing, with outstretched arms at your sides. Between his fingers shaking imaginary notes: it controls the watermark with the fingertips.
wearing a jacket and pants lysis synthetic malachite color purple velvet. The head has gray moldy hay and wet, and set into the mouth teeth yellowed by time. Rasping dots are seen on the cheeks of a beard that, in addition to soil the face, suggest an innate negligence is compounded by drowsiness in the morning.
The bartender hastily put the cup on the counter of smooth marble, making it resonate in front of the old rocking. A breath of Arabia comes to the red nostrils and wrinkles. The larger, as only bunnies can do.
As a reflex, his left arm is raised. He holds up his left hand, making crawling along the side. At the height of the first rib changes direction, reaching for the bar. In doing so, not once moving his head does it all without looking.
rests his hand on the marble. Dita keel blocks of walnut, fine and delicate, they look so uncertain the base of the cup. It is this: does it all without seeing. The
boiled his eyes can not see. Maybe God has nailed the pupils with too much violence.
His gaze is fixed, and is always facing forward. The eyes diverge a little, of a squint that makes him look like a victim ready to receive an apology from an unidentified passerby.
Twice squeezes the air, and only a third time, finally, he can not really appeal. Generates few waves of coffee, and then, after waiting for you at rest, rises the cup to his lips and if the timer in the throat without tasting it.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Measles In 8 Month Old
One afternoon residue cugnisiun
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\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Voglio donare, but only to those who merita>>.
Not so say the trees in your orchard,
or animals in your pasture. Damage to live because
withhold is to perish.
Surely the man who is worthy to receive
his days and nights
is worthy to receive anything from you.
Kahlil Gibran.
- My love, today is Sunday: we've been together a week!
What the fuck you say? Of course I must really be bitches to say such a thing. And how do you want to spend the afternoon in a mall? An order of Carrefour that spends his free time 8 gallery ... Surely, this smells like shit out of his mouth does not see what is lean? Do not eat for two days!
My friend has just fallen down. See who you choose: a girl's third choice. How does such a fuck? On her account that I can measure the self: the level of self-esteem has hit rock bottom. Perhaps he is with her because she needs to feel superior, to increase their self-esteem?
There is already smells like Christmas. We had to go to a mall for a foretaste. Those trees with plastic needles, plastic and plastic decorations made me sick. During Christmas I become more sadistic and cynical ...
- I am the virgin.
also these: where did you caught? It's like a smoker's lung cancer: need to strut your search! Her perfume stinks. It must literally water of the toilet. Well, if nothing else is consistent with its aesthetics. Poor thing, though. His mouth is a hole sore tooth, and his nose is a step unwatchable. He looks quite attractive: the jelly Gorgias, dark circles, bags under the eyes, the body that seems sickly, almost joined the hairline to the eyebrows ... A few qualms, it is not my fault if it is ugly. Does not depend on me if I think these bad things. I will be spontaneous, and I can not control them. Sandrine
! She is a beautiful pussy. And it is also smart! Plus it's my cross-cousin: it is not so outrageous to think of her as a sexual partner. He also flies from the piglets. A bed must be a bomb. I never understood where the arrival of her black eyes. How many Europeans have eyes blacks? No, I do not say brown, I mean blacks.
Simo if it's done, his cousin. He also made her pregnant. What an idiot! Now needs to commute from London to Marseille to visit his daughter and her cousin, in turn born of the union of two cousins ... east-ce que tu sais pouruoi if you scratch the cul tout le temps? Puis que circle the shit!
- And you, what's your sign?
of the middle finger are rising. I would have been a diligent slaughterer of men, if I had been a Nazi. Maybe I missed a bit 'of efficiency, but it certainly would have killed thousands. With great relish, hiding my sadism behind the low ideals of the party, I would throw up their soul kicking him on his stomach. I can see clearly, helpless as a newborn calf that can not stand, I kick them every time you try to get up, every time they try to emerge from a puddle of cold pigsty. The only thing that stands out among the gray of the barracks and the color of mud, the blood covering their teeth.
This evening I read absolutely Gibran, otherwise it ends up that strangle the first that happens at hand ...
- In a little 'we have arrived. Turn right at the next.
My God that afternoon tasteless! What sense is existence so dull? How can they pretend to be happy? They rejoice in a foolish enthusiasm, teen!
If so livid I spent days and met people so tasteless when I was fourteen, I would certainly now a heroin addict.
Now, because of this afternoon, I will spend at least a week without seeing anyone.
I could go in the mountains, stay with only a few days: I, tent and backpack. No. Should I travel abroad, see something new, open the windows of the mind to change the air made unbearable by such nonsense. Yeah, and the money?
Never mind: I'm breakin the roots. Yes, it's good for me. Gibran against misanthropy, the roots to channel aggression.
are all marked, those roots. They are worm-eaten. Yesterday I found a worm twice the size of others. As it does, with his teeth from insect to dig the roots of hardwood? He lives in what feeds him, and I have destroyed him. How much meanness in his fate! The poor Jonah was stumped by an insect, to the point of desiring death, but just remember all the great fish that swallowed him ...
- Well, we arrived. Stop.
I do not stop to greet them, rather, I get the car running ...
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Voglio donare, but only to those who merita>>.
Not so say the trees in your orchard,
or animals in your pasture. Damage to live because
withhold is to perish.
Surely the man who is worthy to receive
his days and nights
is worthy to receive anything from you.
Kahlil Gibran.
- My love, today is Sunday: we've been together a week!
What the fuck you say? Of course I must really be bitches to say such a thing. And how do you want to spend the afternoon in a mall? An order of Carrefour that spends his free time 8 gallery ... Surely, this smells like shit out of his mouth does not see what is lean? Do not eat for two days!
My friend has just fallen down. See who you choose: a girl's third choice. How does such a fuck? On her account that I can measure the self: the level of self-esteem has hit rock bottom. Perhaps he is with her because she needs to feel superior, to increase their self-esteem?
There is already smells like Christmas. We had to go to a mall for a foretaste. Those trees with plastic needles, plastic and plastic decorations made me sick. During Christmas I become more sadistic and cynical ...
- I am the virgin.
also these: where did you caught? It's like a smoker's lung cancer: need to strut your search! Her perfume stinks. It must literally water of the toilet. Well, if nothing else is consistent with its aesthetics. Poor thing, though. His mouth is a hole sore tooth, and his nose is a step unwatchable. He looks quite attractive: the jelly Gorgias, dark circles, bags under the eyes, the body that seems sickly, almost joined the hairline to the eyebrows ... A few qualms, it is not my fault if it is ugly. Does not depend on me if I think these bad things. I will be spontaneous, and I can not control them. Sandrine
! She is a beautiful pussy. And it is also smart! Plus it's my cross-cousin: it is not so outrageous to think of her as a sexual partner. He also flies from the piglets. A bed must be a bomb. I never understood where the arrival of her black eyes. How many Europeans have eyes blacks? No, I do not say brown, I mean blacks.
Simo if it's done, his cousin. He also made her pregnant. What an idiot! Now needs to commute from London to Marseille to visit his daughter and her cousin, in turn born of the union of two cousins ... east-ce que tu sais pouruoi if you scratch the cul tout le temps? Puis que circle the shit!
- And you, what's your sign?
of the middle finger are rising. I would have been a diligent slaughterer of men, if I had been a Nazi. Maybe I missed a bit 'of efficiency, but it certainly would have killed thousands. With great relish, hiding my sadism behind the low ideals of the party, I would throw up their soul kicking him on his stomach. I can see clearly, helpless as a newborn calf that can not stand, I kick them every time you try to get up, every time they try to emerge from a puddle of cold pigsty. The only thing that stands out among the gray of the barracks and the color of mud, the blood covering their teeth.
This evening I read absolutely Gibran, otherwise it ends up that strangle the first that happens at hand ...
- In a little 'we have arrived. Turn right at the next.
My God that afternoon tasteless! What sense is existence so dull? How can they pretend to be happy? They rejoice in a foolish enthusiasm, teen!
If so livid I spent days and met people so tasteless when I was fourteen, I would certainly now a heroin addict.
Now, because of this afternoon, I will spend at least a week without seeing anyone.
I could go in the mountains, stay with only a few days: I, tent and backpack. No. Should I travel abroad, see something new, open the windows of the mind to change the air made unbearable by such nonsense. Yeah, and the money?
Never mind: I'm breakin the roots. Yes, it's good for me. Gibran against misanthropy, the roots to channel aggression.
are all marked, those roots. They are worm-eaten. Yesterday I found a worm twice the size of others. As it does, with his teeth from insect to dig the roots of hardwood? He lives in what feeds him, and I have destroyed him. How much meanness in his fate! The poor Jonah was stumped by an insect, to the point of desiring death, but just remember all the great fish that swallowed him ...
- Well, we arrived. Stop.
I do not stop to greet them, rather, I get the car running ...
Friday, December 4, 2009
Where Can I Get Community Service Hours Quick
61007 @ 2009-12-04T13: 13:00
Sayfu d-Din awoke. He was in bed in the room he shared with his brother Marco.
It looked right, and deduced from the sheets turned over in bed that Mark had already risen. He looked more than the sun, its rays penetrating with green shutters, pierced with arrows, shining the floor. Saw dust which ascend into the light.
raised suddenly the blanket. Just as he did with it, then put his feet on the floor. It was a unique gesture.
He got up, and immediately saw in the mirror on the wall a figure in his underwear: "I do not like at all," he thought, looking in the mirror. Every day, when he had hung, noted with resignation and concern that his reflection is not obeyed him, indeed: if he raised his right arm, she raised her left, if the left eye closed, it closed the right.
"Mais elle est here? Qu'est-ce que ça mean? Qu'est-ce qu'elle veut de moi? ".
finished watching the mirror, hung his head and looked at the dresser. Above it there was a stack of books: the Koran, the Gospels, The Life of the Buddha Siddhartha, The Songlines, The ring of King Solomon, Dakota Texts. That order made him think: "It is religion to precede the Man? He is the man to overtake? Or the birth of one is concomitant with that of another? ".
He went into the bathroom and washed her face. Again we behold in the mirror: a film of soap and water covered his face and irritated eyes.
"You again? You are not left in the mirror? ".
It was silent.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... and at the hour of our death. Amen>>.
A hollow voice came from the kitchen.
Sayfu d-Din heard the end of the Ave Maria, she finished washing her face. He looked at the sink: white hair and the smell of shaving soap.
"Grandpa," he thought. Grandfather
Giovambattista, u calabrisazzu, was at his house for the past three months, but once again he had forgotten to remember.
Sayfu d-Din mopped his face and looked one last time, casually and with resignation, that unknown face. Then he turned and walked down the hallway and came into the kitchen.
Giamba Grandfather (as it was known by everyone) was sitting near the window. He wore a pair of spectacles lenses from very dirty and kept open a book older than him and his fingers gnarled stortissime. The book containing the prayers of St. Brigid, was really old, full of archaisms, such as the spelling "wonder" instead of the more modern "wonder" and the Paleolithic "•" sometimes used in place of "s".
"Ave Maria, fullest of grace ...."
recited the rosary every day, caring so reverend to increase the value of the attributes of the Madonna (most blessed among women) and the most blessed fruit of her womb.
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Sayfu d-Din awoke. He was in bed in the room he shared with his brother Marco.
It looked right, and deduced from the sheets turned over in bed that Mark had already risen. He looked more than the sun, its rays penetrating with green shutters, pierced with arrows, shining the floor. Saw dust which ascend into the light.
raised suddenly the blanket. Just as he did with it, then put his feet on the floor. It was a unique gesture.
He got up, and immediately saw in the mirror on the wall a figure in his underwear: "I do not like at all," he thought, looking in the mirror. Every day, when he had hung, noted with resignation and concern that his reflection is not obeyed him, indeed: if he raised his right arm, she raised her left, if the left eye closed, it closed the right.
"Mais elle est here? Qu'est-ce que ça mean? Qu'est-ce qu'elle veut de moi? ".
finished watching the mirror, hung his head and looked at the dresser. Above it there was a stack of books: the Koran, the Gospels, The Life of the Buddha Siddhartha, The Songlines, The ring of King Solomon, Dakota Texts. That order made him think: "It is religion to precede the Man? He is the man to overtake? Or the birth of one is concomitant with that of another? ".
He went into the bathroom and washed her face. Again we behold in the mirror: a film of soap and water covered his face and irritated eyes.
"You again? You are not left in the mirror? ".
It was silent.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... and at the hour of our death. Amen>>.
A hollow voice came from the kitchen.
Sayfu d-Din heard the end of the Ave Maria, she finished washing her face. He looked at the sink: white hair and the smell of shaving soap.
"Grandpa," he thought. Grandfather
Giovambattista, u calabrisazzu, was at his house for the past three months, but once again he had forgotten to remember.
Sayfu d-Din mopped his face and looked one last time, casually and with resignation, that unknown face. Then he turned and walked down the hallway and came into the kitchen.
Giamba Grandfather (as it was known by everyone) was sitting near the window. He wore a pair of spectacles lenses from very dirty and kept open a book older than him and his fingers gnarled stortissime. The book containing the prayers of St. Brigid, was really old, full of archaisms, such as the spelling "wonder" instead of the more modern "wonder" and the Paleolithic "•" sometimes used in place of "s".
"Ave Maria, fullest of grace ...."
recited the rosary every day, caring so reverend to increase the value of the attributes of the Madonna (most blessed among women) and the most blessed fruit of her womb.
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Sayfu d-Din awoke. He was in bed in the room he shared with his brother Marco.
It looked right, and deduced from the sheets turned over in bed that Mark had already risen. He looked more than the sun, its rays penetrating with green shutters, pierced with arrows, shining the floor. Saw dust which ascend into the light.
abruptly lifted the blanket. Just as he did with it, then put his feet on the floor. It was a unique gesture.
He got up, and immediately saw in the mirror on the wall a figure in his underwear: "I do not like at all," he thought, looking in the mirror. Every day, when he had hung, noted with resignation and concern that his reflection is not obeyed him, indeed: if he raised his right arm, she raised her left, if the left eye closed, it closed the right.
"Mais elle est here? Qu'est-ce que ça mean? Qu'est-ce qu'elle veut de moi? ".
finished watching the mirror, hung his head and looked at the dresser. Above it there was a pile of books: the Koran, the Gospels, The Life of the Buddha Siddhartha, The Songlines, The ring of King Solomon, Dakota Texts. That order made him think: "It is religion to precede the Man? He is the man to overtake? Or the birth of one is concomitant with that of another? ".
He went into the bathroom and washed her face. Again we behold in the mirror: a film of soap and water covered his face and irritated eyes.
"You again? You are not left in the mirror? ".
It was silent.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... and at the hour of our death. Amen>>.
A hollow voice came from the kitchen.
Sayfu d-Din heard the end of the Ave Maria, she finished washing her face. He looked at the sink: white hair and the smell of shaving soap.
"Grandfather!" he thought. Grandfather
Giovambattista, u calabrisazzu, was at his house for the past three months, but once again he had forgotten to remember.
Sayfu d-Din mopped his face and looked one last time, casually and with resignation, that unknown face. Then he turned and walked down the hallway and came into the kitchen.
Giamba Grandfather (as it was known by everyone) was sitting near the window. He wore a pair of spectacles lenses from very dirty and kept open a book older than him and his fingers gnarled stortissime. The book containing the prayers of St. Brigid, was really old, full of archaisms, such as the spelling "wonder" instead of the more modern "wonder" and the Paleolithic "•" sometimes used in place of "s".
"Ave Maria, fullest of grace ...."
recited the rosary every day, caring so reverend to increase the value of the attributes of the Madonna (most blessed among women) and the most blessed fruit of her womb.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hello, Grandpa. What are you doing?>>.
He knew what he was doing, but he asked her the same, moved by pity for this fossil from the voice and body trembling.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Caro Sayfu d-Din,'m reciting the Holy Rosario…Amen>>.
Sayfu d-Din, without listening to the answer, filled a bowl of milk and put it on the table. Approached him.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Grandfather, how do you read with those glasses? Can not you see that the lenses are white instead of transparent ?!>>.
wore them on the tip of the nose, like Scrooge 'Scrooge. We read on, not through.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What do you mean? Crap!>>. The
gently pulled his glasses and passed them under the water. Li rubbed with a cloth and handed it to him.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E nostrissima the hour of death. Amen>>.
Yes, he said "nostrissima.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ehi, do not seem to esagerare?>>.
Giamba took the glasses and put them on.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But that you need glasses if you know her as Mary l'Ave fosse, and in fact if and, l'Ave Maria?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;d-Din Sayfu dear, one more and then I finuto Ave. Let's talk after>>.
Sayfu d-Din sat down and drank cold milk in an amen, the last
Ave \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Nipote caro, finished now that we can speak of a dream about fici>>, said closing the book Giamba .
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But you know that three years ago I have dreamed to Jesus?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Really, Grandpa? You've dreamed it, Jesus?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;So is not it? These things are true ... how true>>.
Sayfu d-Din knew by heart that dream had told him countless times. He had dreamed of having "given" to the church of Bovalino a bench. In memory of this, or perhaps to gain a place in heaven with the money, did you screw in a plate with the words "kind offer of the faithful Giovambattista Tartaglia.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;In the dream we were most blessed that Jesus and I walked along a strata, dressed in the uniform of the military. I, that I Canoscio, I said, 'Son of God, u will construct surfaces Sapiti ca' na bench for the church ?'>>.
Sayfu d-Din, a little 'fun and a little' disappointed, asked: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Nonno, are perhaps things to be told Gesù?>>.
Giamba, striking his fist on his knee ailing, warned him: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Let me finish! And you know that Jesus said?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No answered falsely Sayfu d-Din-what disse?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;U sapimu, u sapimu, said>>.
Sayfu d-Din bit his lip to keep from laughing. Flashed in him the idea of a Jesus with a mustache blacks and a shotgun on her shoulder.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Poi-added-Giamba dissi:'u Sapiti about Don Micu bestemmia?'>>.
Sayfu d-Din did not hold back and laughed.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Grandfather, not a spy! But it seems fair to tell you the dicks of others in a dream? To Jesus, plus>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Shut up! Let me finish!>>.
Sayfu d-Din tried to restrain himself. To mitigate the laughter Giamba avoided watching his grandfather in the face.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;said: 'Do not worry, that Puru sapimu !'>>.
Sayfu d-Din laughed more than ever, until the real Sayfu d-Din (who writes the stories and lives on the other side of the mirror) never tired of beating the keys on the keyboard.
It looked right, and deduced from the sheets turned over in bed that Mark had already risen. He looked more than the sun, its rays penetrating with green shutters, pierced with arrows, shining the floor. Saw dust which ascend into the light.
abruptly lifted the blanket. Just as he did with it, then put his feet on the floor. It was a unique gesture.
He got up, and immediately saw in the mirror on the wall a figure in his underwear: "I do not like at all," he thought, looking in the mirror. Every day, when he had hung, noted with resignation and concern that his reflection is not obeyed him, indeed: if he raised his right arm, she raised her left, if the left eye closed, it closed the right.
"Mais elle est here? Qu'est-ce que ça mean? Qu'est-ce qu'elle veut de moi? ".
finished watching the mirror, hung his head and looked at the dresser. Above it there was a pile of books: the Koran, the Gospels, The Life of the Buddha Siddhartha, The Songlines, The ring of King Solomon, Dakota Texts. That order made him think: "It is religion to precede the Man? He is the man to overtake? Or the birth of one is concomitant with that of another? ".
He went into the bathroom and washed her face. Again we behold in the mirror: a film of soap and water covered his face and irritated eyes.
"You again? You are not left in the mirror? ".
It was silent.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... and at the hour of our death. Amen>>.
A hollow voice came from the kitchen.
Sayfu d-Din heard the end of the Ave Maria, she finished washing her face. He looked at the sink: white hair and the smell of shaving soap.
"Grandfather!" he thought. Grandfather
Giovambattista, u calabrisazzu, was at his house for the past three months, but once again he had forgotten to remember.
Sayfu d-Din mopped his face and looked one last time, casually and with resignation, that unknown face. Then he turned and walked down the hallway and came into the kitchen.
Giamba Grandfather (as it was known by everyone) was sitting near the window. He wore a pair of spectacles lenses from very dirty and kept open a book older than him and his fingers gnarled stortissime. The book containing the prayers of St. Brigid, was really old, full of archaisms, such as the spelling "wonder" instead of the more modern "wonder" and the Paleolithic "•" sometimes used in place of "s".
"Ave Maria, fullest of grace ...."
recited the rosary every day, caring so reverend to increase the value of the attributes of the Madonna (most blessed among women) and the most blessed fruit of her womb.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hello, Grandpa. What are you doing?>>.
He knew what he was doing, but he asked her the same, moved by pity for this fossil from the voice and body trembling.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Caro Sayfu d-Din,'m reciting the Holy Rosario…Amen>>.
Sayfu d-Din, without listening to the answer, filled a bowl of milk and put it on the table. Approached him.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Grandfather, how do you read with those glasses? Can not you see that the lenses are white instead of transparent ?!>>.
wore them on the tip of the nose, like Scrooge 'Scrooge. We read on, not through.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What do you mean? Crap!>>. The
gently pulled his glasses and passed them under the water. Li rubbed with a cloth and handed it to him.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E nostrissima the hour of death. Amen>>.
Yes, he said "nostrissima.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ehi, do not seem to esagerare?>>.
Giamba took the glasses and put them on.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But that you need glasses if you know her as Mary l'Ave fosse, and in fact if and, l'Ave Maria?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;d-Din Sayfu dear, one more and then I finuto Ave. Let's talk after>>.
Sayfu d-Din sat down and drank cold milk in an amen, the last
Ave \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Nipote caro, finished now that we can speak of a dream about fici>>, said closing the book Giamba .
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But you know that three years ago I have dreamed to Jesus?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Really, Grandpa? You've dreamed it, Jesus?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;So is not it? These things are true ... how true>>.
Sayfu d-Din knew by heart that dream had told him countless times. He had dreamed of having "given" to the church of Bovalino a bench. In memory of this, or perhaps to gain a place in heaven with the money, did you screw in a plate with the words "kind offer of the faithful Giovambattista Tartaglia.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;In the dream we were most blessed that Jesus and I walked along a strata, dressed in the uniform of the military. I, that I Canoscio, I said, 'Son of God, u will construct surfaces Sapiti ca' na bench for the church ?'>>.
Sayfu d-Din, a little 'fun and a little' disappointed, asked: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Nonno, are perhaps things to be told Gesù?>>.
Giamba, striking his fist on his knee ailing, warned him: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Let me finish! And you know that Jesus said?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No answered falsely Sayfu d-Din-what disse?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;U sapimu, u sapimu, said>>.
Sayfu d-Din bit his lip to keep from laughing. Flashed in him the idea of a Jesus with a mustache blacks and a shotgun on her shoulder.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Poi-added-Giamba dissi:'u Sapiti about Don Micu bestemmia?'>>.
Sayfu d-Din did not hold back and laughed.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Grandfather, not a spy! But it seems fair to tell you the dicks of others in a dream? To Jesus, plus>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Shut up! Let me finish!>>.
Sayfu d-Din tried to restrain himself. To mitigate the laughter Giamba avoided watching his grandfather in the face.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;said: 'Do not worry, that Puru sapimu !'>>.
Sayfu d-Din laughed more than ever, until the real Sayfu d-Din (who writes the stories and lives on the other side of the mirror) never tired of beating the keys on the keyboard.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Kidney Shaped Coffe Table
white moon @ 2009-11-29T09: 39:00
Because the weather so far has raised more spring fever (but today, the temperatures were at least to 1 - ° C down), I am particularly pleased this year to making a wreath to. First I wanted to buy one, but prices of 20 € upwards for a esstellerkleinen and undecorated wreath I found a bit cheeky ..
Anu and I enjoy a game that is our own, to eat biscuits and have slept Uugnaa a beautiful morning sun ..
Although I do not so wild this winter sun am, because I think she is so incredibly slow and thick ..
My mother has found her own apartment and we can help next week to set up a little bit, because it has literally nothing, apart from their clothes. It has left all the furniture in my father what she should make another, because indeed there is nothing to her but more to the "house". Unfortunately, she did with her kitchen equipment as well, although there were some two or three times there .. So everything now must be bought from furniture and kitchen equipment to new bedding, and although it is annoying, I look forward to it ;-).
Green Cabbage, better - with savoy Rohpolnischen, my favorite winter food. Perhaps it will also soon be replaced by the hearty cabbage soup from the DDR-inspired cookbook ..
Speaking of food. Two cross streets from here is a large, gravel road, taking place on the Friday and Saturday flea markets. Besides the usual Flohmarktgruscht there are Bodenseeobst, cheap Turkish vegetables and fruit (from the wholesaler? Already overripe mostly ..), home-grown like cabbage and lettuce, unknown to me, and most recently a small car with so-called "Franconian specialties, including smoked trout. Once we have tasted and celebrated a home Uugnaas only day of the week (Saturday) and so aufgebackenem with bread and salad. Was that yummy! Anu normally eat no fish, even or especially not in the form of fish fingers, smoked fish, but seems to have hit a nerve. The next time we have expanded the whole thing to another fish, horseradish and Turkish cake and now this is our holiday menu on Saturdays become ^ _ ^. Uugnaa said he would still like a bright do we test next Saturday ..
Last week was my netbook to end the almost computer-free time. I am quite satisfied with just the Windows 7 Home Edition on my nerves in that it does not allow me to change the desktop background. Small Exteriority that makes me grow horns! This superficiality is enough to make me think about the purchase (?) To make a different operating system ..
is so small that thing, almost like my all-Din5 Uni-notebook. Weighs in just as much as an Oxford Dictionnary (or, as was the French, Micro Robert?)
somehow read my messages more and more like a retired activist, help! This feeling can be at the University displace sometimes not entirely, if at all around me Parties and I will discuss in between my cooking plans / shopping lists for next week austüftle .. With my penchant for wearing the old-fashioned saving Adolescents around, unfortunately, not with the DNA in me. I should start again, but I have now (among others) not interested. * G *
Because the weather so far has raised more spring fever (but today, the temperatures were at least to 1 - ° C down), I am particularly pleased this year to making a wreath to. First I wanted to buy one, but prices of 20 € upwards for a esstellerkleinen and undecorated wreath I found a bit cheeky ..
Anu and I enjoy a game that is our own, to eat biscuits and have slept Uugnaa a beautiful morning sun ..
Although I do not so wild this winter sun am, because I think she is so incredibly slow and thick ..
My mother has found her own apartment and we can help next week to set up a little bit, because it has literally nothing, apart from their clothes. It has left all the furniture in my father what she should make another, because indeed there is nothing to her but more to the "house". Unfortunately, she did with her kitchen equipment as well, although there were some two or three times there .. So everything now must be bought from furniture and kitchen equipment to new bedding, and although it is annoying, I look forward to it ;-).
Green Cabbage, better - with savoy Rohpolnischen, my favorite winter food. Perhaps it will also soon be replaced by the hearty cabbage soup from the DDR-inspired cookbook ..
Speaking of food. Two cross streets from here is a large, gravel road, taking place on the Friday and Saturday flea markets. Besides the usual Flohmarktgruscht there are Bodenseeobst, cheap Turkish vegetables and fruit (from the wholesaler? Already overripe mostly ..), home-grown like cabbage and lettuce, unknown to me, and most recently a small car with so-called "Franconian specialties, including smoked trout. Once we have tasted and celebrated a home Uugnaas only day of the week (Saturday) and so aufgebackenem with bread and salad. Was that yummy! Anu normally eat no fish, even or especially not in the form of fish fingers, smoked fish, but seems to have hit a nerve. The next time we have expanded the whole thing to another fish, horseradish and Turkish cake and now this is our holiday menu on Saturdays become ^ _ ^. Uugnaa said he would still like a bright do we test next Saturday ..
Last week was my netbook to end the almost computer-free time. I am quite satisfied with just the Windows 7 Home Edition on my nerves in that it does not allow me to change the desktop background. Small Exteriority that makes me grow horns! This superficiality is enough to make me think about the purchase (?) To make a different operating system ..
is so small that thing, almost like my all-Din5 Uni-notebook. Weighs in just as much as an Oxford Dictionnary (or, as was the French, Micro Robert?)
somehow read my messages more and more like a retired activist, help! This feeling can be at the University displace sometimes not entirely, if at all around me Parties and I will discuss in between my cooking plans / shopping lists for next week austüftle .. With my penchant for wearing the old-fashioned saving Adolescents around, unfortunately, not with the DNA in me. I should start again, but I have now (among others) not interested. * G *
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Where To Buy Matula Herbal Formula
Riester pension
After I heard a few times in different places / read / seen (reportage in Public Law), was that the Riester pension is not quite as what it is sold I wonder - does anyone happen to some and can help me? I have such a Contract and I'm not sure where to put it. Even as a student, I pay almost no one, but eventually it starts even with the larger contributions ..
After I heard a few times in different places / read / seen (reportage in Public Law), was that the Riester pension is not quite as what it is sold I wonder - does anyone happen to some and can help me? I have such a Contract and I'm not sure where to put it. Even as a student, I pay almost no one, but eventually it starts even with the larger contributions ..
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Milena Velba Summer Dress
resentful
Actually it's a paradox. Now I have all these freedoms and should go unpunished, even years, more or less then dawdle lazy during my school always notes in the neck sat and every day a teacher, which one had to do it right (sorry, not only professionally but personally as well). And yet, or maybe because I'm really impressed with the thing a thousand times more industrious than in the school.
I do not know if this liberal studies model work in the future would (it is anyway already abolished) when the school system is further streamlined the voting system of Colleges disappears, etc. Because if you like women with the by rings neck stretched his life only to foreign pressure to work out and had to own initiative was completely unsolicited, it is perhaps the removal of the supporting cage in on itself because its own bone structure is stunted ..? Entirely polemical said ^ ^.
the way - anyone who wants to make a picture of the Sinologist who should definitely try the French comedy "Tanguy - the altricial" See! This is taken at the point ;-).
Actually it's a paradox. Now I have all these freedoms and should go unpunished, even years, more or less then dawdle lazy during my school always notes in the neck sat and every day a teacher, which one had to do it right (sorry, not only professionally but personally as well). And yet, or maybe because I'm really impressed with the thing a thousand times more industrious than in the school.
I do not know if this liberal studies model work in the future would (it is anyway already abolished) when the school system is further streamlined the voting system of Colleges disappears, etc. Because if you like women with the by rings neck stretched his life only to foreign pressure to work out and had to own initiative was completely unsolicited, it is perhaps the removal of the supporting cage in on itself because its own bone structure is stunted ..? Entirely polemical said ^ ^.
the way - anyone who wants to make a picture of the Sinologist who should definitely try the French comedy "Tanguy - the altricial" See! This is taken at the point ;-).
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update
must for Political Theory I together with another who was drawn against me, give a presentation about the happiness and the life forms in Aristotle. Apart from the fact that I basically have a hell of fear of presentations, because I put my uncertainty to an audience simply can not be turned out here, just the addition of a nightmare.
My partner is not lazy or anything, no - he is (in my opinion) is not systematic.
And if there is anything I can not stand to press then that
from a thirty-page, ugly, philosophical text in a medieval translation of the juice and the skeleton to an extent where it fits on two sides of the to free all the trappings, may not be a fun, but it has to happen just somehow!
Maybe I was a few more years not so, but now I am constantly under time pressure and if I spend my precious between hours so need me to argue with someone almost, which I recounted at each intermediate question the entire text, each somewhat different would like to state variation formulated a core set as a major sub-point, then I could really go up the wall ...
Two hours alone, we spent our introduction and some also lay down in a very dignified shortening raw form. . .
Today he had the saving grace to divide our subject und jeden das Seinige tun zu lassen *g*, um es dann am Freitag in hoffentlich nicht so mühevoller Kleinarbeit zusammenzukleben.
Und am Dienstag, da sterbe ich... Drückt mir die Daumen. ^^
Sonst wäre da noch der sogenannte Bildungs-Streik (?). Unsere Uni ist offiziel besetzt, wovon man aber nichts merkt, es sei denn man hat im Audimax Vorlesungen und das haben die Verantwortlichen des Bologna-Mülls sowieso nicht, weswegen ich mich frage, was die Aktion innerhalb der Uni eigentlich bringen soll. Die Demonstrationen werden zwar ebenfalls von den hohen Herrschaften ignoriert, aber sind sicherlich öffentlichkeitswirksamer und behindern weniger den Unibetrieb. Trotzdem war fast niemand da, alle waren we too selfish or shortsighted and more concerned about its own welfare, that is the substance of the basic course .. So I can not really complain.
And - I love my institution and my studies). If you go to organization, timeliness, perfection, neutrality and optical criteria, would probably both fall through, but I assume that after my stomach ^ _ ^.
in Sinology Institute knows (almost) any claim to any right across the semester and professions, and I venture that our professors still treat all the same and as adults, in addition they are all nice and - in contrast to teachers - from their times animated or excited (when I look at the millions of student teachers in the circle look at, it makes me shudder before Anu's school). Educational experiments, they of course do not with us, because that is the general preference of the universities, that education is not required at all ..
often you sit in small groups of two to ten people at a table next to each other, thrown together, the rooms the size of closets, the furniture worn and colorful, as if you had bought at any modernization of a company or a school, the remains of the old local furniture . Instead of a cafeteria we have a tube-shaped lounge with a gallery, as big as our kitchen, with a football game, a fridge full of champagne, ketchup, beer and Nutella, a couch on which no longer comes when it is busy, and a shelf with the largest tea and mulled wine certainly supply the entire university.
Our literature is antediluvian, 90 percent in English, but ideally you should not either Russian, Japanese or French if they are to read the secondary literature can. In general, the focus here is on the "Timeless" (the inventory is unfortunately only in content but not in the physical sense), or the classics, so that what some may irritate also to any course that deals with the modern struggle must ..
After all, there is now a course on electronic tools that promises to that the annual cost electronic dictionary - Books and rolling through electronic databases, etc will soon smile .. Yet you can not.
I can understand anyone who finds this shit cumbersome, old-fashioned work and the past focus, but I for one love to lay hold of books - paper fetishism? - And also believe that Latin is something very useful to cope with the ever-changing now, I is determined so easier ...
The largest and most beautiful things I just have a master's degree yet, this is almost limitless freedom. The freedom to take the course to which you feel like it or not, notes to make or not to fall, and something else to do, the freedom to lazy or busy to be be prosecuted without the price therefore or other obstructing reason to suspend the freedom and vertingeln more semesters in the world, and in the main study the great freedom to specialize, and it was hanging upside down on the bird in the dynasty stories XD (yes, it gives! One of our professors has a penchant for the strange animals in the classics ..).
random straight into raptures, but - it is not wonderful, to be free, without the professor is offended if you get time and sometimes not, has done what times, sometimes not, that you can do whatever one likes. out Maybe we can all bring with cold wind related, because we are all on his own and you do not like in school, with a heavy hand to his best (= making money), but I prefer an enthusiastic Alt / Chaos / Skurilitäten-sinologists-existence to a half-hearted business administration / economics Sinology career (in my case) ..
Long story short - I'm really glad to have taken up the study again and I hope that my grades will reflect that also .. Although even that are up just before the end regardless.
must for Political Theory I together with another who was drawn against me, give a presentation about the happiness and the life forms in Aristotle. Apart from the fact that I basically have a hell of fear of presentations, because I put my uncertainty to an audience simply can not be turned out here, just the addition of a nightmare.
My partner is not lazy or anything, no - he is (in my opinion) is not systematic.
And if there is anything I can not stand to press then that
from a thirty-page, ugly, philosophical text in a medieval translation of the juice and the skeleton to an extent where it fits on two sides of the to free all the trappings, may not be a fun, but it has to happen just somehow!
Maybe I was a few more years not so, but now I am constantly under time pressure and if I spend my precious between hours so need me to argue with someone almost, which I recounted at each intermediate question the entire text, each somewhat different would like to state variation formulated a core set as a major sub-point, then I could really go up the wall ...
Two hours alone, we spent our introduction and some also lay down in a very dignified shortening raw form. . .
Today he had the saving grace to divide our subject und jeden das Seinige tun zu lassen *g*, um es dann am Freitag in hoffentlich nicht so mühevoller Kleinarbeit zusammenzukleben.
Und am Dienstag, da sterbe ich... Drückt mir die Daumen. ^^
Sonst wäre da noch der sogenannte Bildungs-Streik (?). Unsere Uni ist offiziel besetzt, wovon man aber nichts merkt, es sei denn man hat im Audimax Vorlesungen und das haben die Verantwortlichen des Bologna-Mülls sowieso nicht, weswegen ich mich frage, was die Aktion innerhalb der Uni eigentlich bringen soll. Die Demonstrationen werden zwar ebenfalls von den hohen Herrschaften ignoriert, aber sind sicherlich öffentlichkeitswirksamer und behindern weniger den Unibetrieb. Trotzdem war fast niemand da, alle waren we too selfish or shortsighted and more concerned about its own welfare, that is the substance of the basic course .. So I can not really complain.
And - I love my institution and my studies). If you go to organization, timeliness, perfection, neutrality and optical criteria, would probably both fall through, but I assume that after my stomach ^ _ ^.
in Sinology Institute knows (almost) any claim to any right across the semester and professions, and I venture that our professors still treat all the same and as adults, in addition they are all nice and - in contrast to teachers - from their times animated or excited (when I look at the millions of student teachers in the circle look at, it makes me shudder before Anu's school). Educational experiments, they of course do not with us, because that is the general preference of the universities, that education is not required at all ..
often you sit in small groups of two to ten people at a table next to each other, thrown together, the rooms the size of closets, the furniture worn and colorful, as if you had bought at any modernization of a company or a school, the remains of the old local furniture . Instead of a cafeteria we have a tube-shaped lounge with a gallery, as big as our kitchen, with a football game, a fridge full of champagne, ketchup, beer and Nutella, a couch on which no longer comes when it is busy, and a shelf with the largest tea and mulled wine certainly supply the entire university.
Our literature is antediluvian, 90 percent in English, but ideally you should not either Russian, Japanese or French if they are to read the secondary literature can. In general, the focus here is on the "Timeless" (the inventory is unfortunately only in content but not in the physical sense), or the classics, so that what some may irritate also to any course that deals with the modern struggle must ..
After all, there is now a course on electronic tools that promises to that the annual cost electronic dictionary - Books and rolling through electronic databases, etc will soon smile .. Yet you can not.
I can understand anyone who finds this shit cumbersome, old-fashioned work and the past focus, but I for one love to lay hold of books - paper fetishism? - And also believe that Latin is something very useful to cope with the ever-changing now, I is determined so easier ...
The largest and most beautiful things I just have a master's degree yet, this is almost limitless freedom. The freedom to take the course to which you feel like it or not, notes to make or not to fall, and something else to do, the freedom to lazy or busy to be be prosecuted without the price therefore or other obstructing reason to suspend the freedom and vertingeln more semesters in the world, and in the main study the great freedom to specialize, and it was hanging upside down on the bird in the dynasty stories XD (yes, it gives! One of our professors has a penchant for the strange animals in the classics ..).
random straight into raptures, but - it is not wonderful, to be free, without the professor is offended if you get time and sometimes not, has done what times, sometimes not, that you can do whatever one likes. out Maybe we can all bring with cold wind related, because we are all on his own and you do not like in school, with a heavy hand to his best (= making money), but I prefer an enthusiastic Alt / Chaos / Skurilitäten-sinologists-existence to a half-hearted business administration / economics Sinology career (in my case) ..
Long story short - I'm really glad to have taken up the study again and I hope that my grades will reflect that also .. Although even that are up just before the end regardless.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Lump Next To My Spine
Help
wanted in the next few days I buy a netbook. My big problem: I want a definite, and it is the problem - In a certain color.
combed through online stores ... combed through ... combed through ....
Who has an idea where I am in a serious way to a Asus Eee (1005P-M V2, or else one among 300) in PINK come from?
wanted in the next few days I buy a netbook. My big problem: I want a definite, and it is the problem - In a certain color.
combed through online stores ... combed through ... combed through ....
Who has an idea where I am in a serious way to a Asus Eee (1005P-M V2, or else one among 300) in PINK come from?
Friday, November 6, 2009
Vezon And Kardas Dragon Bionicle Instructions
The sugar-sweet Tü [r / c] ken of city life
Today we round the corner is an accident when we were on our way to shopping gone. A taxi was probably bent headless and a tram, the straight a stop speeding, dangerous in front of the snout. It was thus cross next to it and had a deep Detsch on the driver's side air bags inflated in the interior were drifting. But the scariest was the silent crowds on both sides of the road, just stood there and ... staring. Her expression was so empty, like nothing I've seen in my life before. I can not describe what is said in their faces, but it was really scary.
reminds me of a horror movie I've seen at some time and whose name I can not remember. I'm not too sure about the story, but it was about this curious onlookers to a strange, always the same sinister group of people that show up in silence, staring at disaster scenes, even before the terrible happened. Does anyone know the movie or the story is familiar to anyone?
In recent days there with us several swings of the totally delicious and super simple Swedish oatmeal cookies, so I wanted to be in terms of sugar actually now re consistent. Anu has with that is currently a very bad skin and the constant sugar consumption certainly not improved. It is also difficult to brushing your teeth with it, so I said, as of today no sugar.
what you think.
Today we were shopping, two Turkish greengrocers, an Indian and a Turkish Asialaden electronics retailer. Load number one: the bearded shopkeeper Anu holds out a freshly unwrapped lollipop, because I can say no? No.
store number two: The white-haired, round balls and also bearded shopkeeper must first be recalled from his adjacent apartment, where it is visible to all clients, sitting drinking tea with his family on the sofa. He sold us a 10kg bag of potatoes for an amazing € 3 (One of the reasons we go to the Turks ;-)) and Anu shows already on the colorful sugar stuff at the till. Eh, I have confidence, you, the Lord has already pressed a poisonous green snake in the hand of sugar .. Too late to say no.
Among the Indians it was no different. Anu made them behind our backs, beautiful eyes, and turned with a lollipop in his hand around the lens shelf. Removing useless.
The tough woman of Turkish electronics retailer, which contained her husband on the toilet with the words "Murat? Is dead * g * represented "our child was born, saw her, and also disappeared in the rear Of the store, and coming back with a lollipop. This time I said No, Anu had already received three such things, but with a reassuring "Nana, then later, just later .." she grabbed me the sugar stuff still in the hand. This had
No but I am already exposed as uptight German, which, like all Germans love rules over children.
You see, even when it is defined by child-friendliness, the differences begin. When I look at the eating habits of the Turkish children so they would all be fat and her teeth full of holes. Heaven knows how to prevent the mothers, with their tangible, tough love perhaps?
Well, tomorrow is the second attempt in terms of sugar. Tomorrow night, however, is the grandmother to take care of the evening Madame 
Today we round the corner is an accident when we were on our way to shopping gone. A taxi was probably bent headless and a tram, the straight a stop speeding, dangerous in front of the snout. It was thus cross next to it and had a deep Detsch on the driver's side air bags inflated in the interior were drifting. But the scariest was the silent crowds on both sides of the road, just stood there and ... staring. Her expression was so empty, like nothing I've seen in my life before. I can not describe what is said in their faces, but it was really scary.
reminds me of a horror movie I've seen at some time and whose name I can not remember. I'm not too sure about the story, but it was about this curious onlookers to a strange, always the same sinister group of people that show up in silence, staring at disaster scenes, even before the terrible happened. Does anyone know the movie or the story is familiar to anyone?
In recent days there with us several swings of the totally delicious and super simple Swedish oatmeal cookies, so I wanted to be in terms of sugar actually now re consistent. Anu has with that is currently a very bad skin and the constant sugar consumption certainly not improved. It is also difficult to brushing your teeth with it, so I said, as of today no sugar.
what you think.
Today we were shopping, two Turkish greengrocers, an Indian and a Turkish Asialaden electronics retailer. Load number one: the bearded shopkeeper Anu holds out a freshly unwrapped lollipop, because I can say no? No.
store number two: The white-haired, round balls and also bearded shopkeeper must first be recalled from his adjacent apartment, where it is visible to all clients, sitting drinking tea with his family on the sofa. He sold us a 10kg bag of potatoes for an amazing € 3 (One of the reasons we go to the Turks ;-)) and Anu shows already on the colorful sugar stuff at the till. Eh, I have confidence, you, the Lord has already pressed a poisonous green snake in the hand of sugar .. Too late to say no.
Among the Indians it was no different. Anu made them behind our backs, beautiful eyes, and turned with a lollipop in his hand around the lens shelf. Removing useless.
The tough woman of Turkish electronics retailer, which contained her husband on the toilet with the words "Murat? Is dead * g * represented "our child was born, saw her, and also disappeared in the rear Of the store, and coming back with a lollipop. This time I said No, Anu had already received three such things, but with a reassuring "Nana, then later, just later .." she grabbed me the sugar stuff still in the hand. This had
No but I am already exposed as uptight German, which, like all Germans love rules over children.
You see, even when it is defined by child-friendliness, the differences begin. When I look at the eating habits of the Turkish children so they would all be fat and her teeth full of holes. Heaven knows how to prevent the mothers, with their tangible, tough love perhaps?
Well, tomorrow is the second attempt in terms of sugar. Tomorrow night, however, is the grandmother to take care of the evening Madame
. That'll be fun ...
After a few weeks ago my sony ericsson (?) Mobile phone thanks to an expiring baby bottle the spirit gave up and I transferred from the loss of a dozen phone numbers on Uugnaas old phone, it "customizte and love won, was now also that the Spirit. For four years, and collapse was not the inner wires and the inner screen of the clamshell phone set to be dead, probably after he could be tricked out with a time-and-switch. Just last Tuesday I was sitting in the university and discovered a student next to me who had the same phone type, it slid open and the thing just in the face of the dead screen off and turn on. As I had to laugh ^ ^. Well, now it has been since this morning over this (as my chart just a bit of technology versus Aquarius?) And we bought a "new" used phone. We removed the SIM card from the old, switched it back on and gave it to Anu to play. ? And look: a shiny screen called Anu on to use the SIM card again. Oh great .. XD
After a few weeks ago my sony ericsson (?) Mobile phone thanks to an expiring baby bottle the spirit gave up and I transferred from the loss of a dozen phone numbers on Uugnaas old phone, it "customizte and love won, was now also that the Spirit. For four years, and collapse was not the inner wires and the inner screen of the clamshell phone set to be dead, probably after he could be tricked out with a time-and-switch. Just last Tuesday I was sitting in the university and discovered a student next to me who had the same phone type, it slid open and the thing just in the face of the dead screen off and turn on. As I had to laugh ^ ^. Well, now it has been since this morning over this (as my chart just a bit of technology versus Aquarius?) And we bought a "new" used phone. We removed the SIM card from the old, switched it back on and gave it to Anu to play. ? And look: a shiny screen called Anu on to use the SIM card again. Oh great .. XD
beloved nail polish - glass pendants and mobile ...
... versus sobriety ³
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Pink And Latte Weddings
white moon @ 2009-11-01T12: 53:00
Since this semester we will learn Classical Chinese, which is the traditional characters, some of which have been simplified in the 70s (that's the "Modern Chinese" what we learn mainly). Maybe so I can read at the end a little Japanese. Since I'm curious :-).
Our vocabulary is, however, because it is the old written language, limited to particular historical relevance, such as "Prince", "linen", "Writings of Confucius," and so on. The procedure of Latin met me again and again in classic Mongolian and Chinese. It is always the same combination of crafts old texts that are historically interesting, and somehow you manage to turn a little gut feeling must .. ^ ^
Let's see what brings me to the future, but it gives me fun anyway.
I my greatest time on the Internet with the reading of blogs of all kinds spend, I thought that my favorite blogs perhaps could even imagine.
fashion blogs
(yes, I'm pretty superficial when it comes to the> \u0026lt;)
picked pics ~ ~
fashion toast
~ ~ Book of Miri
le blog de Betty
~ hand it over
~ ~ Susie Bubble
Sophie's stuff
Street Style
~ style in Berlin
~ The Sartorialist
Food Blogs La tartine gourmande
~
~ Delicious Days
~ ~ Yoyolove
mangiare mangiare!
policy
~ Spiegelfechter
~ background (ok, this is not a blog, but a magazine that once had a blog, which I discovered it)
Random
~ Xia Xue
Lest you also like such a public blog? If so, what?
Since this semester we will learn Classical Chinese, which is the traditional characters, some of which have been simplified in the 70s (that's the "Modern Chinese" what we learn mainly). Maybe so I can read at the end a little Japanese. Since I'm curious :-).
Our vocabulary is, however, because it is the old written language, limited to particular historical relevance, such as "Prince", "linen", "Writings of Confucius," and so on. The procedure of Latin met me again and again in classic Mongolian and Chinese. It is always the same combination of crafts old texts that are historically interesting, and somehow you manage to turn a little gut feeling must .. ^ ^
Let's see what brings me to the future, but it gives me fun anyway.
I my greatest time on the Internet with the reading of blogs of all kinds spend, I thought that my favorite blogs perhaps could even imagine.
fashion blogs
(yes, I'm pretty superficial when it comes to the> \u0026lt;)
picked pics ~ ~
fashion toast
~ ~ Book of Miri
le blog de Betty
~ hand it over
~ ~ Susie Bubble
Sophie's stuff
Street Style
~ style in Berlin
~ The Sartorialist
Food Blogs La tartine gourmande
~
~ Delicious Days
~ ~ Yoyolove
mangiare mangiare!
policy
~ Spiegelfechter
~ background (ok, this is not a blog, but a magazine that once had a blog, which I discovered it)
Random
~ Xia Xue
Lest you also like such a public blog? If so, what?
Friday, October 23, 2009
Milena Velba Fotos Gratis
get rid of something
you have determined the case of the German doctor from Lindau noticed the entfürht to France, where a court found in chains was. The details well as you can read about the FAZ.
Today I flew over early in an article in the local paper and looked at the face of the suspect with the pixelated eyes. A view of the mouth - and I shiver ran down his neck. Before I do something about the details of which tax the man really had read it creeps me before him, and it is as the variety I would somehow familiar. Check it out at times, I would like to know how things go.
If one then takes the rest to heart: friend (!) Doctor (and what is "hot doctor already, if so jmd doctor today may be a doctor) led investigation of the dead, genital injuries found genitals completely disappeared after autopsy later wg anesthetized, and rape minors (other women came forward as well) for 2 years loooong long been in prison, followed by continued medical .....
a "kidnapping" by the court - I do not know if it would leave the other victim or victims parents here? It creeps me
quite huge, but really .....
particular - Now speaking to the German Embassy in Paris for him. What has this man for High friends? It has left me cold much lately, but this one ... not.
you have determined the case of the German doctor from Lindau noticed the entfürht to France, where a court found in chains was. The details well as you can read about the FAZ.
Today I flew over early in an article in the local paper and looked at the face of the suspect with the pixelated eyes. A view of the mouth - and I shiver ran down his neck. Before I do something about the details of which tax the man really had read it creeps me before him, and it is as the variety I would somehow familiar. Check it out at times, I would like to know how things go.
If one then takes the rest to heart: friend (!) Doctor (and what is "hot doctor already, if so jmd doctor today may be a doctor) led investigation of the dead, genital injuries found genitals completely disappeared after autopsy later wg anesthetized, and rape minors (other women came forward as well) for 2 years loooong long been in prison, followed by continued medical .....
a "kidnapping" by the court - I do not know if it would leave the other victim or victims parents here? It creeps me
quite huge, but really .....
particular - Now speaking to the German Embassy in Paris for him. What has this man for High friends? It has left me cold much lately, but this one ... not.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Swallowing Life Animals Fetish
Back at the university
The first week is almost done, today is my day off, yay!
In short this time all the impressions:
~ The Munich shock came while not unexpected but was still not inevitable: on the second day were my old sneakers and cozy, warm baggy jacket, just like the big eco-straw bag, at home, of necessity. Now I'm freezing me on the bike at half past six suffer in the morning and half past eight at night, almost to death, but "beauty" needs. In addition, I have to somehow deal with the issue once manicure. Or maybe I should just learn not to let it affect me other??
~ people. We learn once again to ruckzuck thousands of others know. Although not particularly good, but alone it is not, as I had feared that, after two years break. Actually, I have to use my free hours to learn, but is still sitting in the lounge at least one is, either completely or even questions much to tell. Above all, reports about China are my ultimate entertainment. sometimes it's a bit annoying how all try with more "extreme" experiences to offer, but it is always interesting ;-). And beautiful it is
course, some good old friends again apply ^ _ ^. However - now we live apart worlds, the old, light-Uni feeling will not return anymore.
Does anyone know the movie Tanguy - the altricial ? Highly recommended! Tanguy, the bumbling, helpless, meeeerkwürdige, sinology students Protagonist: it can be found at our institute in at least five times Aussführung. Somehow, the girls never noticed, but the quality at 160%, China-deifying, philosophical, Asian women anhimmelnden boys occurs outside the Freaktum becoming increasingly been felt wool sweater, full beard or fluffy, long hair, round glasses, etc etc. It sounds bad, it should not. Nice they are in any case! But very strange creatures, perhaps they do not look quite rightly love their luck in European women * g *.
~ cash flows . Our university was indeed elected to the elite university and therefore were / are their corresponding financial benefits or refused. On the way to my institute, I have the Business / Economics / Law Building through. From the outside, I fell forward to the renovated facades, look inside revealed a lounge with elegant die-leather seating, indirect lighting and a kind of bar, all dressed in white, high-tech classrooms new furniture, a newly designed library ... I was really the jaw down.
twenty meters arrived at my institute, everything was the same: broken, old toilets, Rust streaks on the facade, bulky / flea market furniture in too small rooms, all very varied. The coronation is our "Lounge", which is the living room: on the surface of a medium-sized bathroom stack up against the wall flyers, books and fine tea sets, the ol couch is covered with Ikea ceiling, Daru via a homespun Hack shelf as a wardrobe, at a flea market locker in crates stacked with decoration of Christmas, on a small table stands a tray of unabgewaschenem dishes (ok, since we ourselves are to blame tuned XD), on a gallery, which only a homemade ladder to reach, is a kicker, including two cases of beer and juice, along with a Teeregal ~ 40-60 packet tea, canned coffee and chocolate, to a wine rack with 11 bottles of mulled wine. On the windowsill, a defective and a functioning water heater, the refrigerator sweet mustard, ketchup, wine, champagne and yogurt, if more than four people sitting in the room, stacks must .. For a third course II, the two will relieve overcrowding, lack the money, as well as for the repair of the toilet .. This gives me a good taste for life after university, Language Students does not. Still, I console myself with the fact that I would rather be a talented, passionate sinologist as a listless, unable BWLerin. Let's see if my optimism is rewarded.
ps maybe I'll manage to take some pictures.
~ curricula. If I create everything so, as I have made myself, I can even take a test and write without the DC-China visit after a further three to five semesters to be ready. Now I just need my language course certificates (for granted), a basic course certificate (literature, something else was unfortunately not) and three for minor policy T______T. There are almost all undergraduate, and we get the full program: once a unit plus employees plus exam grade. Uff. Thank God I am as opposed to the Bachelors are not required to pass the paper + the exam (which may be repeated only once). But let's see how esmit works to learning. Until now seems to me the long train ride and the time off really benefit.
~ Anu alternately with my sister and mother. Until now it was quite good, it makes even a nap there. However, it is for me a strange feeling. Anu adopt asleep and in the evening right back to bed ... And I find it very hard in the head at home again to switch to University of Anu and not constantly thinking about what I do or even to learn what he has said what I had seen everything, etc, etc. ..
The first week is almost done, today is my day off, yay!
In short this time all the impressions:
~ The Munich shock came while not unexpected but was still not inevitable: on the second day were my old sneakers and cozy, warm baggy jacket, just like the big eco-straw bag, at home, of necessity. Now I'm freezing me on the bike at half past six suffer in the morning and half past eight at night, almost to death, but "beauty" needs. In addition, I have to somehow deal with the issue once manicure. Or maybe I should just learn not to let it affect me other??
~ people. We learn once again to ruckzuck thousands of others know. Although not particularly good, but alone it is not, as I had feared that, after two years break. Actually, I have to use my free hours to learn, but is still sitting in the lounge at least one is, either completely or even questions much to tell. Above all, reports about China are my ultimate entertainment. sometimes it's a bit annoying how all try with more "extreme" experiences to offer, but it is always interesting ;-). And beautiful it is
course, some good old friends again apply ^ _ ^. However - now we live apart worlds, the old, light-Uni feeling will not return anymore.
Does anyone know the movie Tanguy - the altricial ? Highly recommended! Tanguy, the bumbling, helpless, meeeerkwürdige, sinology students Protagonist: it can be found at our institute in at least five times Aussführung. Somehow, the girls never noticed, but the quality at 160%, China-deifying, philosophical, Asian women anhimmelnden boys occurs outside the Freaktum becoming increasingly been felt wool sweater, full beard or fluffy, long hair, round glasses, etc etc. It sounds bad, it should not. Nice they are in any case! But very strange creatures, perhaps they do not look quite rightly love their luck in European women * g *.
~ cash flows . Our university was indeed elected to the elite university and therefore were / are their corresponding financial benefits or refused. On the way to my institute, I have the Business / Economics / Law Building through. From the outside, I fell forward to the renovated facades, look inside revealed a lounge with elegant die-leather seating, indirect lighting and a kind of bar, all dressed in white, high-tech classrooms new furniture, a newly designed library ... I was really the jaw down.
twenty meters arrived at my institute, everything was the same: broken, old toilets, Rust streaks on the facade, bulky / flea market furniture in too small rooms, all very varied. The coronation is our "Lounge", which is the living room: on the surface of a medium-sized bathroom stack up against the wall flyers, books and fine tea sets, the ol couch is covered with Ikea ceiling, Daru via a homespun Hack shelf as a wardrobe, at a flea market locker in crates stacked with decoration of Christmas, on a small table stands a tray of unabgewaschenem dishes (ok, since we ourselves are to blame tuned XD), on a gallery, which only a homemade ladder to reach, is a kicker, including two cases of beer and juice, along with a Teeregal ~ 40-60 packet tea, canned coffee and chocolate, to a wine rack with 11 bottles of mulled wine. On the windowsill, a defective and a functioning water heater, the refrigerator sweet mustard, ketchup, wine, champagne and yogurt, if more than four people sitting in the room, stacks must .. For a third course II, the two will relieve overcrowding, lack the money, as well as for the repair of the toilet .. This gives me a good taste for life after university, Language Students does not. Still, I console myself with the fact that I would rather be a talented, passionate sinologist as a listless, unable BWLerin. Let's see if my optimism is rewarded.
ps maybe I'll manage to take some pictures.
~ curricula. If I create everything so, as I have made myself, I can even take a test and write without the DC-China visit after a further three to five semesters to be ready. Now I just need my language course certificates (for granted), a basic course certificate (literature, something else was unfortunately not) and three for minor policy T______T. There are almost all undergraduate, and we get the full program: once a unit plus employees plus exam grade. Uff. Thank God I am as opposed to the Bachelors are not required to pass the paper + the exam (which may be repeated only once). But let's see how esmit works to learning. Until now seems to me the long train ride and the time off really benefit.
~ Anu alternately with my sister and mother. Until now it was quite good, it makes even a nap there. However, it is for me a strange feeling. Anu adopt asleep and in the evening right back to bed ... And I find it very hard in the head at home again to switch to University of Anu and not constantly thinking about what I do or even to learn what he has said what I had seen everything, etc, etc. ..
Monday, October 12, 2009
Showdownchargerbattery
sch ...
Have Today a whole cup Teemit swing tipped over my notebook and in my ignorance, the battery is not removed, but hours later, noticed with horror that the thing still tries to boot ... As it stands, it is all too late. No, not exactly just now T_________________T !!!!!.....................
Have Today a whole cup Teemit swing tipped over my notebook and in my ignorance, the battery is not removed, but hours later, noticed with horror that the thing still tries to boot ... As it stands, it is all too late. No, not exactly just now T_________________T !!!!!.....................
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Placemat Scripture Totes
autumn gluttony
Yesterday, Gundula and I with Anu and Enzo Hergerstwiesen in the yard of my father, because my aunt was visiting. Together with her, we went into the forest to collect mushrooms. How lucky that my aunt was there! We know that is only brown caps / cracking bolete / goat lips, so only fungi with a sponge instead of gills under the umbrella. Of which there was a negligible amount of this time, but for lots of Armillaria and some other kinds of mushrooms, few of which most were edible and inedible. My aunt knew about as good as any fungus, we found, notice, and without them we would We just have to give half a pan of brown caps satisfied. But there were a laundry basket and a large bucket plus two small bags of the glorious balance ^ _ ^.
In the forest it was around four Clock around all right and the little dim twilight hardly penetrated through the thick fog down on the damp forest floor. While it was beautifully atmospheric and refreshing, but after one or two hours in the dark forest I really am looking forward to the first lights of the villages, which shone in the distance ..
Back on the farm we have Grandma's 300m ² garden admired and somewhat relieved: Three tons of beds full of salad, some of which already shot two beds raspberries galore, a large bathroom bed of parsley, winter lettuce, herbs, flowers, kale on two beds. Bars with beans, beets, cabbages, carrots, onions .... * * slain
mushrooms, endive two heads, two heads iceberg lettuce, red and yellow beefsteak tomatoes, leeks, parsley, Maggi herb, borage, Spelt flour, radicchio, carrots, bioBratöl, tamari sauce, bioMayo, fresh Raw milk and quince ..
It was a delicious salad and the first risotto of my life (embarrassing or ?^^). Very yummy, I'll try the same again today! With
this recipe it worked quite well, or something like that * g *. I'm not the type who follows recipes to grams must ;-)
Yesterday, Gundula and I with Anu and Enzo Hergerstwiesen in the yard of my father, because my aunt was visiting. Together with her, we went into the forest to collect mushrooms. How lucky that my aunt was there! We know that is only brown caps / cracking bolete / goat lips, so only fungi with a sponge instead of gills under the umbrella. Of which there was a negligible amount of this time, but for lots of Armillaria and some other kinds of mushrooms, few of which most were edible and inedible. My aunt knew about as good as any fungus, we found, notice, and without them we would We just have to give half a pan of brown caps satisfied. But there were a laundry basket and a large bucket plus two small bags of the glorious balance ^ _ ^.
In the forest it was around four Clock around all right and the little dim twilight hardly penetrated through the thick fog down on the damp forest floor. While it was beautifully atmospheric and refreshing, but after one or two hours in the dark forest I really am looking forward to the first lights of the villages, which shone in the distance ..
Back on the farm we have Grandma's 300m ² garden admired and somewhat relieved: Three tons of beds full of salad, some of which already shot two beds raspberries galore, a large bathroom bed of parsley, winter lettuce, herbs, flowers, kale on two beds. Bars with beans, beets, cabbages, carrots, onions .... * * slain
mushrooms, endive two heads, two heads iceberg lettuce, red and yellow beefsteak tomatoes, leeks, parsley, Maggi herb, borage, Spelt flour, radicchio, carrots, bioBratöl, tamari sauce, bioMayo, fresh Raw milk and quince ..
It was a delicious salad and the first risotto of my life (embarrassing or ?^^). Very yummy, I'll try the same again today! With
this recipe it worked quite well, or something like that * g *. I'm not the type who follows recipes to grams must ;-)
Company Employment Letter
white moon @ 2009-10-10T10: 59:00
"... are retracted its demand for more children and higher-& & &%%% for children. In view of the federal budget deficit &&&&- must be saved. "
As if you have not known that before. But I knew it * lol *. What is one to choose if all contents of the election period may be regarded as void officially (for now is still not a crime, right? But if it should be ..). by hook all parties that had not previously ruled, in which there is still hope for honesty? The list would therefore be shorter by one.
Fox also have me the importance that investment in children = the general public. Best example: the children of premium (actually long-term increase in child benefit) versus the scrapping.
The long-overdue increase in child benefit (inflation etc) was
other hand, a car-scrapping
PS Why can admire besides my journal either yellow-rotten teeth or stomach, no one wants to see,?
"... are retracted its demand for more children and higher-& & &%%% for children. In view of the federal budget deficit &&&&- must be saved. "
As if you have not known that before. But I knew it * lol *. What is one to choose if all contents of the election period may be regarded as void officially (for now is still not a crime, right? But if it should be ..). by hook all parties that had not previously ruled, in which there is still hope for honesty? The list would therefore be shorter by one.
Fox also have me the importance that investment in children = the general public. Best example: the children of premium (actually long-term increase in child benefit) versus the scrapping.
The long-overdue increase in child benefit (inflation etc) was
- after long, heated debate about the feasibility of a permanent increase
- to the single premium in the amount
- he set of 100 €,
other hand, a car-scrapping
- in a "rapid action closed action"
- decided in the amount of 2500 €.
- the scrapping is a unique flash in the pan, for anyone in the next few years would somehow buy a car, did it now, that is, after several years must necessarily be higher ere lull reign as ever, right?
- only the scrapping of the auto industry, and mostly not even the local "benefit" (? Above) came.
- the scrapping will be used only by the population shift was that anyway had the remaining € 15,000 upwards for a new car available.
PS Why can admire besides my journal either yellow-rotten teeth or stomach, no one wants to see,?
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Total Hip Arthroplastyset
RandomPictures
The Anu I like her, she seems so light, even though our apartment just two or three hours a day enjoying some sun.
whereas mine is just an update * g *, unadorned, as so often lately. Soon it is so over when I returned to the university must Schikimickistadt .. It is not a cliché, what Augsburg always good form - from the platform to Munich, it is shabby.
for tips to
The same applies to statements why my html-frames are never displayed?
I'm sorry that my posts at the moment are just so irrelevant .. I'd love to rant about politics, but right now I'm sitting like most on hold and trying to figure out what is so slow between the lines of the first sermons emerged.
My grandparents gave me www.amazon.de / The Empire-shame-fight-suppression% C3% BCckung/dp/3442155134/ref = sr_1_1 by Jean Ziegler. But this is really nothing new. One must not bite through more than 300 pages full of meanness to know that money rules the world. And himself to read nor unhappy - we treat them, but not too, right? ;-)
My piano teacher has a book written about her grandfather, who in the 20s (!) Was married years in Berlin with a young German and later in China experienced as a tremendous ambassador of the European culture highs and lows. I could write a few poems into pure, but the editors have, I believe, once again worked over it> \u0026lt;. The title was decided by the publisher ..
The Anu I like her, she seems so light, even though our apartment just two or three hours a day enjoying some sun.
whereas mine is just an update * g *, unadorned, as so often lately. Soon it is so over when I returned to the university must Schikimickistadt .. It is not a cliché, what Augsburg always good form - from the platform to Munich, it is shabby.
for tips to
- a) pimples (yes, still!) and
- b) red skin, I am grateful seehr
The same applies to statements why my html-frames are never displayed?
I'm sorry that my posts at the moment are just so irrelevant .. I'd love to rant about politics, but right now I'm sitting like most on hold and trying to figure out what is so slow between the lines of the first sermons emerged.
My grandparents gave me www.amazon.de / The Empire-shame-fight-suppression% C3% BCckung/dp/3442155134/ref = sr_1_1 by Jean Ziegler. But this is really nothing new. One must not bite through more than 300 pages full of meanness to know that money rules the world. And himself to read nor unhappy - we treat them, but not too, right? ;-)
My piano teacher has a book written about her grandfather, who in the 20s (!) Was married years in Berlin with a young German and later in China experienced as a tremendous ambassador of the European culture highs and lows. I could write a few poems into pure, but the editors have, I believe, once again worked over it> \u0026lt;. The title was decided by the publisher ..
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Pins And Needles Mechanisms
Sayfu 'd-Din and drop
Sayfu 'd-Din was sitting on a white rock of Musina. Above him were the long twisted branches of an oak tree, his feet rotting leaves that winter had not yet managed to take away. It was at a more gentle slope than the steep path he had to travel to get there, and there sobbing, covering his face with his hands, because, despite being out of sight of other men, he felt ashamed their tears. Between a dry nose and pulled to the other, stretched out his right arm and continuing to hide his face with his left hand, put his right in the middle of a bush. She opened her hand and closed fist tightening in some thorny branches.
"I prefer that my pain would flow bleeding from the meat, rather than the form of tears from his eyes," he thought to himself.
His eyes slowly stopped crying, and breathing became more regular. Then, leaving the thorns, called him her hand and looked at her: "Holy whore! But what came over me? Not even putting his hand in a trap I would get an effect like this." The hand was a pool of blood and in fact, having never seen a lake filled with blood, was what he thought. He could not look away from the hand: he was astonished by the color of blood and crimson, over all, was impressed by the flow of blood that ran through the lines in the flow of the hand, the same as some say they know how to read the past and life to come.
After a few minutes, I forget the tears and absorbed in the contemplation of what he saw as a show, a drop of rain that fell miraculously from a cloudless sky stood on his hand.
Sayfu 'd-Din, his mouth wide open like a demented, he looked up, not a cloud. At that, always open-mouthed like a madman (a madman who, however, it is certain that there are no clouds), looked down: you saw the feet. He lifted his feet: the dead leaves. Then moves the leaves with their feet: the muddy ground.
"What is it? Me I'm a rincojonì?!? Only a lunatic would look to the ground to make sure that the drop that has rained on hand has fallen from the ground," he thought Sayfu 'd-Din.
"Why are you crying?".
Sayfu 'd-Din, worried, turned left and right, then left and right again, then asked, "Who said that?".
"DID YOU WRONG REQUEST. You should ask where does the voice I hear, not" Who said ?"!".
"Okay, then tell me, where is your voice?"
"DID YOU WRONG NEW! I said you should ask where does the voice I hear, NOT "WHERE IS YOUR VOICE?" Because the voice I hear I do not. "
Sayfu 'd-Din spread well nostrils to block the nerves that was going to own it and calm down, repeated the question as had been suggested to do.
"You did it FINALLY! THE VOICE YOU HEAR THAT COMES FROM YOUR HANDS. Guardala: VI see a mouth. "
Sayfu 'd-Din, after having looked at his hand and said,' What do you mean? There is no hand on my mouth. "
" Are you crazy? How many hands are you? ".
" Two. "
" HOW MANY HANDS YOU looking at? "
" A: the left. You know, it's my favorite because it is the one I use less ... I mean ... I mean that I use when I work less, not when ... "
" DO NOT CONTINUE WITH YOUR AMEN, SO I DO NOT WANT WHAT YOU MAKE USE OF YOUR HANDS. The only thing is that I DEFY YOU TEST MY WORDS WATCH THE OTHER HAND, THE RIGHT ".
Sayfu 'd-Din is slowly brought his right fist still bleeding near the face, then, starting from the little finger, raised a finger at a time: a mouth! A mouth full of teeth in a hand full of fingers!
"Have you seen? The voice I hear comes from the mouth you see. CONSIDER Fortune, which is a privilege to see with their eyes what the ears hear. "
" And not only that: I have the privilege to touch. However, not that I'm squeamish or easily scared, but you levarti from my hand? "
" HOLD THE PALM REST AND WELL OPEN YOUR HAND ON THE TRUNK OF AN OAK so I can MOVE.
Sayfu 'd-Din supported the hand on the oak tree under which he was sitting. He felt a strong heat, then, suddenly, he had the feeling that his hand was made of oak. He took her hand and looked at the palm, not just the mouth was gone, but even wounds that had caused were gone.
"HEY, you idiot! BUT WHERE DID YOU MOVE ME? PUTTING hand a PO 'UP NO MORE, EH? HERE is too low, CI PISCO THE DOGS OF THE WHOLE PROVINCE ALSO THOSE OF TOURISTS DOG! "
" Do not say that now I'll get you a higher ".
Sayfu 'd-Din stuck a finger in his mouth and pulled up the tree, the height of the face .
"I am indebted to you: you have healed my hand, whose condition had been caused by my pain. Tell me, is there anything I can do for you? ".
" SAYFU 'D-DIN, TELL ME: Why you crying? ".
" I'll answer, but before you answer I want to know what happened. Who are you? How can you be? Who sent you? ".
" SAYFU 'D-DIN, Your questions are mine too. The only thing I can tell you is that before THIS I WAS THE MOUTH OF A HAWK TEAR WHICH REACHED BY YOUR PAIN, made me fall on your hand. BE THE FIRST TO TEAR THE HAWK I WAS IN A CLOUD, CLOUD IN BEFORE I WAS in the pee of a fox, in the pee BEFORE I WAS IN FOX LAKE, BEFORE I WAS IN A STREAM IN LAKE; BEFORE THE I WAS A STREAM IN GLACIER, GLACIER IN BEFORE I WAS IN A SUNBEAM; BEFORE THE SUNBEAM I WAS IN A SEA EAST; VARS Before that I HAVE TO BE A WOMAN IN LOVE, MANY YEARS AGO. THE WOMAN WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU, SO THAT IN A LIFE NOW THAT YOU HAVE LIVED, you were her husband. MY MEMORY IS STILL HERE, BUT CERTAINLY HAVE BEEN IN MANY OTHER THINGS. YOU SEE THAT MY IDENTITY Is not well defined, HAVE BEEN MANY THINGS. "
" I understand ... well, I do not understand. Tell me, that woman, what was it called? I, like my name? We were happy? He cried because of me? "
" Only at the last answer of your questions. WOMAN THOU you left I'm crying. THE PAIN THAT YOU CALLED ME TODAY is THE SAME WHEN YOU TRY TO MI. SAYFU 'D-DIN, now I come home, He'll say one more time WHY cry. "
His mouth disappeared into the oak.
" No! Come back! Show yourself! Tell me, who are those lips? From him? "
Oak silent.
Sayfu 'd-Din, confused and in disbelief, retraced the path that brought him this far.
Sayfu 'd-Din was sitting on a white rock of Musina. Above him were the long twisted branches of an oak tree, his feet rotting leaves that winter had not yet managed to take away. It was at a more gentle slope than the steep path he had to travel to get there, and there sobbing, covering his face with his hands, because, despite being out of sight of other men, he felt ashamed their tears. Between a dry nose and pulled to the other, stretched out his right arm and continuing to hide his face with his left hand, put his right in the middle of a bush. She opened her hand and closed fist tightening in some thorny branches.
"I prefer that my pain would flow bleeding from the meat, rather than the form of tears from his eyes," he thought to himself.
His eyes slowly stopped crying, and breathing became more regular. Then, leaving the thorns, called him her hand and looked at her: "Holy whore! But what came over me? Not even putting his hand in a trap I would get an effect like this." The hand was a pool of blood and in fact, having never seen a lake filled with blood, was what he thought. He could not look away from the hand: he was astonished by the color of blood and crimson, over all, was impressed by the flow of blood that ran through the lines in the flow of the hand, the same as some say they know how to read the past and life to come.
After a few minutes, I forget the tears and absorbed in the contemplation of what he saw as a show, a drop of rain that fell miraculously from a cloudless sky stood on his hand.
Sayfu 'd-Din, his mouth wide open like a demented, he looked up, not a cloud. At that, always open-mouthed like a madman (a madman who, however, it is certain that there are no clouds), looked down: you saw the feet. He lifted his feet: the dead leaves. Then moves the leaves with their feet: the muddy ground.
"What is it? Me I'm a rincojonì?!? Only a lunatic would look to the ground to make sure that the drop that has rained on hand has fallen from the ground," he thought Sayfu 'd-Din.
"Why are you crying?".
Sayfu 'd-Din, worried, turned left and right, then left and right again, then asked, "Who said that?".
"DID YOU WRONG REQUEST. You should ask where does the voice I hear, not" Who said ?"!".
"Okay, then tell me, where is your voice?"
"DID YOU WRONG NEW! I said you should ask where does the voice I hear, NOT "WHERE IS YOUR VOICE?" Because the voice I hear I do not. "
Sayfu 'd-Din spread well nostrils to block the nerves that was going to own it and calm down, repeated the question as had been suggested to do.
"You did it FINALLY! THE VOICE YOU HEAR THAT COMES FROM YOUR HANDS. Guardala: VI see a mouth. "
Sayfu 'd-Din, after having looked at his hand and said,' What do you mean? There is no hand on my mouth. "
" Are you crazy? How many hands are you? ".
" Two. "
" HOW MANY HANDS YOU looking at? "
" A: the left. You know, it's my favorite because it is the one I use less ... I mean ... I mean that I use when I work less, not when ... "
" DO NOT CONTINUE WITH YOUR AMEN, SO I DO NOT WANT WHAT YOU MAKE USE OF YOUR HANDS. The only thing is that I DEFY YOU TEST MY WORDS WATCH THE OTHER HAND, THE RIGHT ".
Sayfu 'd-Din is slowly brought his right fist still bleeding near the face, then, starting from the little finger, raised a finger at a time: a mouth! A mouth full of teeth in a hand full of fingers!
"Have you seen? The voice I hear comes from the mouth you see. CONSIDER Fortune, which is a privilege to see with their eyes what the ears hear. "
" And not only that: I have the privilege to touch. However, not that I'm squeamish or easily scared, but you levarti from my hand? "
" HOLD THE PALM REST AND WELL OPEN YOUR HAND ON THE TRUNK OF AN OAK so I can MOVE.
Sayfu 'd-Din supported the hand on the oak tree under which he was sitting. He felt a strong heat, then, suddenly, he had the feeling that his hand was made of oak. He took her hand and looked at the palm, not just the mouth was gone, but even wounds that had caused were gone.
"HEY, you idiot! BUT WHERE DID YOU MOVE ME? PUTTING hand a PO 'UP NO MORE, EH? HERE is too low, CI PISCO THE DOGS OF THE WHOLE PROVINCE ALSO THOSE OF TOURISTS DOG! "
" Do not say that now I'll get you a higher ".
Sayfu 'd-Din stuck a finger in his mouth and pulled up the tree, the height of the face .
"I am indebted to you: you have healed my hand, whose condition had been caused by my pain. Tell me, is there anything I can do for you? ".
" SAYFU 'D-DIN, TELL ME: Why you crying? ".
" I'll answer, but before you answer I want to know what happened. Who are you? How can you be? Who sent you? ".
" SAYFU 'D-DIN, Your questions are mine too. The only thing I can tell you is that before THIS I WAS THE MOUTH OF A HAWK TEAR WHICH REACHED BY YOUR PAIN, made me fall on your hand. BE THE FIRST TO TEAR THE HAWK I WAS IN A CLOUD, CLOUD IN BEFORE I WAS in the pee of a fox, in the pee BEFORE I WAS IN FOX LAKE, BEFORE I WAS IN A STREAM IN LAKE; BEFORE THE I WAS A STREAM IN GLACIER, GLACIER IN BEFORE I WAS IN A SUNBEAM; BEFORE THE SUNBEAM I WAS IN A SEA EAST; VARS Before that I HAVE TO BE A WOMAN IN LOVE, MANY YEARS AGO. THE WOMAN WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU, SO THAT IN A LIFE NOW THAT YOU HAVE LIVED, you were her husband. MY MEMORY IS STILL HERE, BUT CERTAINLY HAVE BEEN IN MANY OTHER THINGS. YOU SEE THAT MY IDENTITY Is not well defined, HAVE BEEN MANY THINGS. "
" I understand ... well, I do not understand. Tell me, that woman, what was it called? I, like my name? We were happy? He cried because of me? "
" Only at the last answer of your questions. WOMAN THOU you left I'm crying. THE PAIN THAT YOU CALLED ME TODAY is THE SAME WHEN YOU TRY TO MI. SAYFU 'D-DIN, now I come home, He'll say one more time WHY cry. "
His mouth disappeared into the oak.
" No! Come back! Show yourself! Tell me, who are those lips? From him? "
Oak silent.
Sayfu 'd-Din, confused and in disbelief, retraced the path that brought him this far.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Christmas Wrapping Storage
What many Mascoli are often used to think over the women.
Later some of my thoughts on the woman, timendo that they can be lost as fog dissipating, because the thought of sharing fog texture, write below the fruit of my reasoning.
Dictate my experience are the things I write, which does not pretend to et I have no illusions that my consideration to be written down with equal truth that those of the gospel.
The thing that more than any other cal me to make known is the fact that, et remind you all that what follows comes from my perception, the woman once concedutasi began to be very possessive. The man, reached the pleasure maximo, no more energy than Enable you to do their utmost in pampering massage et, nor the will to talk about anything: lies and lying exhausted et et and carefree. The woman, unlike man, has a desire to talk that it can not do without if not to vent alli thoughts by the verb. At least she said, because he can not et silence, things worthy to be heard! But no! She does not let time pass between thought and words, so now reveals what he feels, "is piaciutoti?" "But you love me?", "But if I will let you what would you do?". In this way she thinks there is et the cause of what man can understand. The woman is a creature of man who does not behave according to nature. Have you ever seen a lioness holding the lion after intercourse? Certainly if it had the gift of speech he would not.
Later some of my thoughts on the woman, timendo that they can be lost as fog dissipating, because the thought of sharing fog texture, write below the fruit of my reasoning.
Dictate my experience are the things I write, which does not pretend to et I have no illusions that my consideration to be written down with equal truth that those of the gospel.
The thing that more than any other cal me to make known is the fact that, et remind you all that what follows comes from my perception, the woman once concedutasi began to be very possessive. The man, reached the pleasure maximo, no more energy than Enable you to do their utmost in pampering massage et, nor the will to talk about anything: lies and lying exhausted et et and carefree. The woman, unlike man, has a desire to talk that it can not do without if not to vent alli thoughts by the verb. At least she said, because he can not et silence, things worthy to be heard! But no! She does not let time pass between thought and words, so now reveals what he feels, "is piaciutoti?" "But you love me?", "But if I will let you what would you do?". In this way she thinks there is et the cause of what man can understand. The woman is a creature of man who does not behave according to nature. Have you ever seen a lioness holding the lion after intercourse? Certainly if it had the gift of speech he would not.
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