Congatulations In Arabic

La lontananza

Lately I've been away, I know, but if you so 'is because I needed to pull off. I do not know what or who, but I just needed to make the point. Place
fact are even more lost than before. All this' I touch becomes a huge and perhaps right now I would sleep 24 hours a day ... 24 days after
Right now expect that the universe began in October, and even be able to enter appearance in August. Expect to find a job (which is also difficult because I have no car, no license) and while I try to spend as little as possible in order to make ends meet and pay the bills arriving all the time ... very nearly a kilo of concrete wall with the mailbox ... Just to distract
read, right now, "Peter Pan" and "Alice in Wonderland." Almeno loro mi distraggono, seppur per poco...
Le mie vacanze le ho già vissute passando una settimana a Londra con la Debby: a dir poco indimenticabile nonostante le peripezie dei primi giorni... Comunque, eccovi qui una foto significativa

Thermocol And Polystyrene

Dialoghi tra nonna e nipote - La convivenza begins

N°14: Istruzioni per fare le pulizie primaverili

Nonna: O che sei ancora a dormire?

Viola: no, sto facendo le finte per vedere se ci caschi! Ah! Ah! Ci sei hascata!!! -.-

Nonna: Tu'ssarai aimmen poho grulla...

Viola: si lo so, me lo dici da anni ormai...

Nonna: alzati si deve rifare i' letto

Viola: fammi almeno svegliare prima

Nonna: sei già sveglia! Su forza alzati! E comincia a spolverare!

Viola: eh?

Nonna: si spolverare! Forza ti ho anche già preso lo spolverino!

Viola: icchè? Quel coso che sta accanto all'armadio da mesi a prendere polvere dovrebbe essermi d'aiuto per togliere la polvere?

Nonna: si, questo! (grida agitandomelo sotto al nose)

Viola: And where should I wipe? This is not a hamer molehola powder, brush it every morning! (Lie, she thinks I sweep every morning, and instead I just make the bed and open the windows)

Grandma: on the cupboards!

Purple: yes, as if it were an obvious answer ... but because I have to clean up where nobody is looking?

Grandma: oh look there a nobody, but I know them 'is the dust!

Viola: So, 'said the seer ...

Grandmother: Come get up! Take the stairway!

Viola: per vedere se m'ammazzo...

(la Viola prende lo spolverino e “spolvera” sugli armadi e sposta pure una valigia da almeno 12 kg con la sola mano sinistra solo per poterci spolverare sotto)

Viola: fatto

Nonna: e ora spolvera la valigia

Viola: la valigia... vabbuono

Nonna: e ora i lati

Viola: della valigia? Li ho già fatti

Nonna: no, quelli dell'armadio!

Viola: ah perché la polvere che ti infesta l'armadio ti si attacca anche sulle pareti vertihali? Hai la polvere aliena allora!

Nonna: macché polvere aliena! L'è ma polvere sudicia!

Viola: sisi... come dici te... mmm...

Nonna: spost' i' letto e metti lo scaleo qui alla finestra

Viola: per fare icché?

Nonna: pe' pulire le persiane!

Viola: ovvio, dovevo immaginarmelo...

(la Viola sposta il letto di legno e lo scaleo di ferro, circonvalla la nonna con lo scaleo in mano, che nel frattempo si era messa proprio nel bel mezzo della stanza per osservarmi... apro lo scaleo e mi metto location for sprinkling)

Grandma: take this rag and wipe the Hosín shutters, as Hiam

Viola: sisi ... as you say you ... mmm ...

Grandma: them 'you have not passed, there is still the dust (he says pointing the finger of blame)

Viola: sisi ... as you say you ... mmm ...

Grandma now he have finished the shutters in April and clean the windows

Purple: yes, I'm in biliho with one foot on the fourth rung of the stepladder, one foot on a radiator, a rag in his hand and Spray the glass in the other, and also that I want to open voluntarily blind, so 'as to increase my chances of dropping the "accidental"? Never!

Grandma: I'll open the

Viola: granny ungrateful, I'm cleaning the whole house and so you 'repay me? Trying to kill me?

Grandma: eeeeeeh certainly not kill you and kill you ... I am full of pain, sense 'I did everything by myself without asking anyone for help!

Viola: I was not even Wonder Woman would have made you get into this position in 83 years ...

Grandma: oh but in fact, years ago I was cleaning all by myself! And I liked it as well!

Viola: si sa, si sa...

Nonna: eeeeeeh c'avessi avuto meno malattie...

Viola: malattie??? (stando sempre in bilico tra il termosifone, la finestra, e il marciapiede al piano di sotto)

Nonna: eh, mi sono rotta il polso, mi sono tagliata alla gamba qui e qui, mi sono tagliata alla mano qui...

Viola: nonna, per ora hai elencato solo i tuoi ultimi 3 mancati tentativi di suicidio, non sono malattie, se non le si considerano malattie mentali

Nonna: eh ma insomma, mi sono fatta male

Viola: per forza! Anche te, o che ci si butta di sotto da una seggiola per tentare il suicidio? E che la seconda volta ci sei andata più vicina della prima, che ti sei pure rotta i' polso oltre a'i taglio alla gamba!

Nonna: eh ma insomma...

Viola: io te l'ho detto decine di volte... se ti vuoi suicidare chiedi le chiavi del campanile a Don Luigi, che tanto gli agganci in chiesa di certo non ci mancano, sali fino al punto più alto del campanile e se non muori per un attacco d'asma, ti butti di sotto!

Nonna: eeeeeeh... ma insomma... pulisci meglio quel vetro!

Viola: sisi... come dici te... mmm...

Nonna: ora come down and forgive the stepladder and the bed

(Viola drops, and running down the stairway violently slams the knee on the edge of the radiator)

Viola, but a bit of that ** can ** t * ana * devilish et ia ia pu ** ** ** ana bit to! !!!!!!!!!!!!

Grandma: oh you battuho?

Viola: ......................................... (Catch my breath for the pain) no stain ... was a gesture of affection between me and my beloved radiator, that he was for so we had incontrahi ...

Grandma: oh but anyway ... I knew how bad I did yesterday anch'ammé evening, the 'knee ...

Viola: ... ..................................... (Another shot of breath) and had the knee, touch ...

Grandma: last night I bumped into the table!

Viola: No, not now we will get to miha compare which of a wooden table and a heating iron is the 'hardest to sbattecci the' knee?!?!

Grandma: oh but anyway ... I made me a stinking bad

Viola: if you say you ...

Grandma: oh forgive everything, then tomorrow can I clean my room above the cabinets and windows, and after Tomorrow brings the stairway in the living room and Hamba newspapers over the furniture

Viola: Wow how many cases have just offered me to kill myself! I am honored!

Grandma: oh if I had all these ailments, I would have done to me, which I liked, but I have to throw you from beneath the 'bed!

Viola and Grandma at the same time: in short, but eh ...

(just for the record: after eating, when I bent down to take the famous basin for washing dishes in the sink, I also banged my forehead on the corner of the aquarium steel ... just was not my day ...)

N ° 15: Supplies

Grandmother: Viola! Viola! Violaaaaaa!

Viola: .... you want ??????? (From upstairs)

Grandma: go to the doctor!

Viola: If you had a wish, it was not nice at all ...

Grandmother: I have to take prescriptions for drugs!

Viola (down stairs) have you finished? But if you have a pharmacy in that locker?

Grandma: oh but I finished the spray for asthma and steroids, then I must make an appointment to remove my cataract

Viola: ok, give me the names so 'after I go

Grandma: Next?

Viola: you'll see ... I have to make an appointment!

Grandma: take it when I'm thin!

Viola: lighthouse 'pretended to have understood, and will go out the door in 3 seconds ... you after you fall asleep ... and when you wake up, you will not need your drugs ... count to three ...

Grandma: and do not be late!

Viola: giue! Come se dipendesse da me! M'andrà bene se non vanno a prendere il caffè e hanno meno di mezzora di ritardo per le visite!!!

(di pomeriggio la Viola va dal dottore, e entra nel suo “ufficio” con soli trentacinque minuti di ritardo)

Dottore: oh Viola! Ciao!

Viola! Ciao! Indovina perché sono qui?

Dottore: ti manda la tu' nonna?

Viola: risposta esatta! Cipicchia, meglio di un indovino!

Dottore: che cos'è che ha?

Viola: no, stranamente today something was missing: the asthma sprays, cortisone and told me to tell you to get them a worksheet to remove the eye thing ...

(Doctor print the recipes and tells me he has to go to the eye and he'll ask for the operation)

Viola: vabbuono, I will try to make him understand! Thanks!

Doctor: nothing, see you soon!

(Viola goes to the pharmacy, and so takes' a lot of medicines that the pharmacist did not know whether to put everything in a gift bag. In the end, Viola comes home victorious)

Viola here is your drug, medication-dependent!

Nonna: che hai preso tutto? E per la visita?

(e la Viola spiega tutto)

Nonna: eh ma insomma, poteva anche farmelo lui il foglio per l'operazione...

Viola: se ha detto che deve farlo l'oculista lui non può mica fare il diverso e andare contro la legge!

Nonna: eh ma insomma... ora a me mi toccherà ritornare dall'oculista che già mi aveva detto che dovevo operare anche questo occhio...

Viola: la legge è uguale per tutti...

Nonna: eh ma insomma...

What's The Difference 14 K And 14 Kt

.. Day 463. The black, blue and gold end .. ?

..è la fine. E in questo momento, posso scrivere tutto. Sono felice, affranto. Piango. Rido. Sorrido. E scriverò tutto, incominciando subito.

Le mie ultime 30 ore a Paris

L’ultimo risveglio mi coglie nostalgico, consapevole degli ultimi battiti, dopo 1sera a chiacchierare con il massaio Marco e 1paio di Heineken, e un discorso con Sarah che mi ha portato a coricarmi con il sorriso alle 3.30 dla notte prima. Marta sta preparando i bagagli, la imito timidamente, aspettandola: colazione da Starbucks, scone, thé à la menthe e cappuccio, mentre tiriamo 1bilancio. Ci siamo conosciuti poco, è vero, e gli ultimi tempi per me sono stati occupati da tanti altri thoughts, problems, locks of raven hair. I'm sorry, and same time they are glad to have shared 1tetto the one who does not sit on the couch because my bed, and has managed to make her room 1autentico battlefield. Praise the teacher, and soon, the ambassador Showcase. Rest
alone 1lista of things to do, the decision not to move from L'Occitane to say hello. After all, two days before the office if there are none that I'm really sorry. There was one, it would pass, I swear. Message Tania. Too late for a Bon Cru extra time, after last Friday's close and admirable with her and Greg. But step. Suitcase, suitcase, another suitcase. Esco. 1abbraccio 2membri a team to really Occitane, with all the good that this formula has been able to embody in these 32 years. Last around Place des Pyramides, Louvre, Les Halles, Tiquetonne, Montorgueil, recent gifts. Arrival at REX: hello house keys. Hard to stay cold. Green key contacts, Marco Fontana, call. The discovery of a rich Jewish husband co-owner dl'artista dl our studio, and his spare set of keys, saves me the beginning of the evening. Appointment maintained at Pont Neuf 8.20, and 8.30 am at the fountain St.Michel. Obviously, 8.30 and 8.40. My companions are nl'ultima evening Mark Frank, Claudia, and Armen Sarah. When we expect things often do not arrive as you wish. But the last and the last pints Crêperie des Pecheurs de Mazet blanche to have a symbolic value. They have quietly closed traditions 1fase dla my life that will never come back. Gradually, the hugs come and people go away, after you work tomorrow. Frank, Claudia, Armen. I leave Mark's entry to the entry of the Pont Neuf, a few seconds after a last look at the Tour, and Vedettes. The euphoria that comes from being mindless still there, from knowing every corner, every inch of that bridge that has seen too many thoughts, feelings, ed emozioni nel corso di queste 5 stagioni, si unisce alla brezza leggera che sale dalla Senna, mentre salto con la mia colonna e la mia croce e delizia. Tempo per il gran finale. Mi sembra quasi paradossale che Marco se ne vada. L’abbraccio è forte, il miglior wingman dal 1916 mi saluta, ed è stato meglio così. Non so come avrei fatto se no.
Inizia una camminata tra gli ultimi simboli di una città che dorme. Tra risate ed abbracci 1rassegna di luoghi mi porge un ultimo silenziosamente notturno saluto. I teatri di Châtelet, i kebab di Les Halles, gli alberi di Sébastopole, il drapeau tricolore del Centre Pompidou. Le Pick-Clops di rue des Archives, il Lizard Lounge, la giostra St.Paul, les gauffres Bastille. Roquette and the darkness of his bar. Two parallel lines that date back to the Marais, Rue Amelot and cross Filles du Calvaire. The imposing statue of dla République, edged back to: the Canal St. Martin, the Favelas Chic, Goncourt, Belleville, and even the Pyrenees. The soft couch of sugar cane welcomes us to the time of some videos, Scary Movie 3, a few sips of Coke Zero and the minutes needed to warm little hands and feet cold. No more. The rest is Jagermaister. Clearly, they are my business. I dedicate just a few words, prompted by dsiderio not to forget the natural, care, kindness, attention. No, we did not. For us it was more. 3 hours of sleep, 1saluto difficult, with a smile, struck by the paradox that leads us to change expression in a matter of seconds, to beat.

.. la fin m'a voulu offer the plus douce nuit et Cruella. en marchant, je ne sais pas ou baisser you sourire mon regard. est ce que je sais que si voudras you, je pars pour Reven tôt, et sourire encore. 1bacio to quivering, strong and handsome soft reflections raven. I miss them already.


Hard Head Bonne Nouvelle, run to create yet another complex plane, get off with 4 travel bags over 100 pounds 5-story spiral staircase, in time to catch the g7 taxi booked a little earlier, towards Gare de Lyon. The sun peeps, I leave a paris quai illuminated by looking at the moving, self-centered.


cry. I laugh. I smile. And come back soon, despite my mess, with the desire to rediscover golden sparks of life, handsome raven-reflections, and the sky crystal clear that the stage lights that do not want to leave. Because even if conscious of the ephemeral character of so many things in life, in Paris I have deep memories, good friends and someone who gives me a smile. The dream has come true.

Can You Get Addicted To Orajel

day .. 457.2 White, pink and white. Euphoria, the silence. Rehab and resolutions in Manosque. -6.

.. seesaw of emotions I went through in those 5 days. Euphoria 32-teeth, the loss that leaves you speechless, without 1espressione in the face, and that gives you the only desire to close the outside world know when to come back and nn. From the shame and the shock from the first smile after the pain, the calm of what might be considered a rehab Provence.
.. a swirl of images passed through my eyes, in these 5 days. Seductive colors, projecting, dull, lonely, silent, and then again welcoming appacificanti. Lost catch from silence to silence, quiet.

So many things have happened in those five days, and not all will be written. It 's always been a bit' limit and the value of my chest, to be public. I've fought, more than 1V, the nonchalance with the belief they do not want to have secrets. In point to show off online. But everyone has secrets, everyone has told events that do not, for various reasons. And I, for various reasons, taccerò on some of my secrets. With

order.

December 13. The highest point, and the lowest. All within a few hours. The pure white of the curtain moves, the fluorescent pink sweet flying to the ground. Under the influence, true, but the details of those hours I could not describe without looking a bit 'of beauty. There was so .. Then, the black lead to black, the soft leading the hard, burned. In a word, sad. I apologize for being fired, for not having done practically hear the weekend of the degrees of my friends. I apologize for the absence, but even I was not there. I could be there for anyone.

December 14. Muto, shut up, still speechless. Nudges open the door for only a few eyes, man, that takes me by the hand.

15, 16, 17 December. 5.45. Wake up. As in Copenhagen, the sadness is overwhelmed by the emptiness at the end I have to. " 7.16, Gare de Lyon. The train to Manosque. Finding places to nine months ago, a lifetime ago .. The Haute-Provence in December is silent. At first I did not notice the difference. Awareness will be: is another silence.
In-depth interviews, film repeatedly, limited contacts with the world via phone, skype, facebook. Lew Ashby made a last peek in the speech. Among
St. Maurice, Manosque, St.Auban, and Montfort, I stop and think. Not too much, but it was necessary. It 's true, they make me doubt the past few months. are less sure of myself, although they still trust in my feelings. It has been hard hit Saturday. To use a metaphor to use men as essentially miss a goal into an empty net. Being in a draw. A 5 from the end. But the silence of Manosque
has become calm, anxiety is decreased, and begin to claim. Che ognuno ha i suoi problemi, che sta a noi risolverli, con la testa, e con la determinazione. Che non bisogna dimenticarli, metterli da parte: inconsciamente restano lì in ogni caso. E si mostrano.

E poi.. sbagli un gol al 85esimo, passano 3 minuti. 88. Ma è stata una partita lunga, 4 minuti di recupero. -6. Il 24 si torna in Italia. Ma ora non è ancora il momento. Last week in Paris. Wanna make that count.

Vostro, Manosque, 17 dicembre 2008, 14:12. La mia ultima sigaretta.