Quote of the day 01/09/2007

I went to the post and I tried to pay this bill with pleasure… Nothing to be done, they wanted the money!
- Groucho Marx

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Sn Ale x friends Bella
I have 1 friend of heart ke know from medium
Without friends nn live!
I have 1000 friends, male and female
From the medium
I have male friends… but cn them talking about things as normal nn cn females
Some questions the leap! cmq I love d sn 1 friend and sn still now! It should be well… I greet you !!!!! Hello Belli !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Comments on Poll: What do you think of love born chatting? I love to Alex

It seems to me unnecessary love chatting !!!!!!!! 1 person need to know innamorarsene day x days in daily life, since in any network says the truth !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right ?????

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Comments on Poll: The Mother of annina

1) What is your name and how old are you? Anna 17
2) What relationship you have with your mother? frequent discussions
3) Do you think is a good mother? Nn too .. wants too much from me if he does anke x my good
4) Better Mummy "MAMMA" friend or mother? Mom better friend but do know the ke
5) Litighi often with your mother? Will
6) What are the defects of your mother? Its faults too sn impicciona and ke nn leaves me take my own decisions
7) What cambieresti her? its too protect myself
Does not cambieresti ever? his affection
9) If I could do anything which of his desires esaudiresti? make him a trip
10) How long will spend with you? the minimum necessary

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In Dream Coming Six, You For Me.

F precludes the same consistency of a dream,
impalpable, ethereal, waiting presence,
t'avrei wanted next and how and forever,
I heard you get a guest to the eye,
welcome to the heart and desired to the body,
six were for a night my most beautiful dream,
vaporosa and soft idea of passion,
I closed his eyes to sleep tonight,
I tightened them serbando inside a great emotion.

T u for me.

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Comments on Test: Humor d'Amore of alessia

alessia are… I never committed follies for love but we lacked poko ke… only now are girlfriend and I try not to think even more to him because it was boyfriend anke him… and then keep the love ke you and the next not to waste 1 person for ke you believe important but sometimes are the most important presone to give you enormous DELUSIONI! (I know something) ciaoooooooooo

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Quote of the day 31/08/2007

Ours is a world of giants in the nuclear field and babies in morality.
We know more about war than we know about peace, we know more about how to kill what we know about how you live.
- General Omar Bradley

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Affacciatevi A This Night, Here With Me.

And 'that the storm approached, at least I believe, and when it's so hot now and I feel like reaching that air that frizzantina me the chills to the skin, here, I do not know why but I relax and smile to the lips is as would a guest-awaited and desired: if bringing himself and simply, no gift that the gift is more beautiful it there. Sorrido of myself that smiles, sorrido because I think some things I think about how they are made or all the things I say, write or read, then I think to friends, to those far away and many, many yet, things to do.

D far the storm arrives, and with the rain to come, some thoughts they will go home, washed away from tichettare drops on the glass, by the blast wheels in puddles and the curses of those walking, in spite of himself, in the rain is wet .

M to now there I think, now all these things are and must stay away.

C erco instead in me new words to put here, I try the emotion of sapermi still emotions, I try everything that I was percHé, only from me, I hope one day, perhaps not far to reach you, I do not know who you are, you do it, where it six. The beauty of life is this: to live simply waiting smiling that helmets rain.

The ntanto summer is not over yet and I would like you who are reading these words, could see what I see: all these incredible nuances of the night, where the clouds that distant s'annunciano marching slowly, and could then hear the taste of salty and mixed rain and grass field, if you could all be here, facing this night where time has stood still leave time for as long as they want.

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MAN AND THE SEA - Charles Baudelaire

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I te vurria vasa '…-V. Russian - E. Di Capua,

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Del What Every Time Sfugge.

F ermati almost cloudy memory between memories,
svaporato just, I try the beloved face hours away,
is the cross painful time that passes inexorably
to have something a moment before and immediately after nothing.

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I Permaloso, So what?

G eneralmente nobody makes us ever case as may "be" the "other", which then, to say it, in this case "others" I am, and so it ends up not even want to understand and accept that not all are (I am) as perhaps you want to be.

S ono deeply permaloso, for example, lead and I know very well the resentment as was the habit cut tailored to me: elegantly and years without change.

S ono acid and inevitably bear who shows little respect for education: If there is one thing that gives me the nerves are spocchiosi, saccenti, boriosi, those words that already know all of life and I am here, goodness , to teach the "other" (to me) as accidents do to live better. They do disappear in 3 strokes.

S ono stronzo, so to be and not do anything to change, so they are because then derives from what has already been written above and I do not scruple to turn word, arriving late or not visibly estraniando greet him or her that gave me reason.

M are also an "idiot", and here I do not pride, because then sometimes I just little, sometimes nothing, because all steps, to return to that moment before that something happened, so often, however, after , Things are no longer the same. It is ugly, I know, that is the case.

T o Finally, when you contact "other" (ie me) think that behind these words, for a profile, for a nickname and his blog, exist, live, think and suffers a man who is not seeking nothing if not moments of serenity, which does not want more than writing, that does not want more than a simple and healthy friendship, which then, ultimately, seems to be the most rare commodity today, but so rare that only the most generous they can to offer a little ', not even all, only a pochetto: figurarsi others, then!

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Quote of the day 30/08/2007

To love means to have confidence in those who act in such a way as to be objectively absurd love him.
- Francesco Alberoni

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Give The Affanni, Voglie…

R endimi the affanni the desires and the sweat,
restitusci eyes and kisses and silences,
please come back every debt of sex and orgasm,
I call back the life that t'ho given,
above when you entravo and uscivo pushing,
my eyes still on you,
and sileziose cries in sospirate nights,
I would like to relive everything again,
for illudermi that still may return,
I want him as you wish,
only woman to love.

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Of Mute Expectations E Del Want.

It 'a whole want
this set of expectations
Call life,
so now I want the wind at the end of hot,
and the calm of the sea when the night falls,
and the stars at night after the dazzling days,
and your skin ends where mine,
and your lips on eager edges of my mouth,
everything after the end of something else,
is quell'eterno cycle of life and death,
with you is just life after life,
kiss after kiss,
love after love.

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Praise of the doubt - Bertolt Brecht

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The moon - Borges

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Vintage wrong

Feeling with pleasure
feel the night of the last years
feel hated Amato
ubriacarsi to no longer can to annullarsi
stordisi air polluted
but above all is silent and silence
that silence that accieca your soul of a vintage wrong

Guido Arci Camalli

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I'm not anything - Pessoa

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Stay…. there

They will be other days
Other attractive items to mark
The slow passage of your time.
They will be more rain to wash away
What remains of first love,
then we us to stay there….
… alone.
faced with a sea too large
to be able to scream our resentment
and our useless and desolate desperation….

prestopresto

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One morning for future spring

A boy Catalan
with the guitar across

Morde ropes stretched
the nail of the little finger
Not breaks

Chino on cash
long fall
hair Blacks

Invocations
shooting

Raphael Alberti

A distant poetry
caresses and nostalgia
loneliness

Here Picasso:

GUERNICA
black and white

Spain secular
perfumes and noble colors
gaudy lights
kingship

Behind the canvas
see Velasquez

Play cards

She smiles Modì.

Dario Petrolati
Padova March 13, 2006
(Inside the Luccini)
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Dreams

I aggrappo to dreams
when I feel alone
and around me
every fraction of time
seems to ask my tears.

Dream when happy,
… I do not know…
everything seems
so fragile by
escape to every accomplishment,
dell'incerto sign.

Dream as always
elusive in my life,
as a statue wetsuit,
that turns its gaze on deaf ears
looking for stars and stars.

In the evening accucciata, tired
I await my fate
and dream.

Giovanna Nigris
August 2007

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Dream

Dreams

I aggrappo to dreams
when I feel alone
and around me
every fraction of time
seems to ask my tears.

Dream when happy,
… I do not know…
everything seems
so fragile by
escape to every accomplishment,
dell'incerto sign.

Dream as always
elusive in my life,
as a statue wetsuit,
that turns its gaze on deaf ears
looking for stars and stars.

In the evening accucciata, tired
I await my fate
and dream.

Giovanna Nigris
August 2007

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Thought Of Night.

S ono days so intense that I steal those precious hours to which I so, those of silence, the quiet, digging inside looking out, already often because, as I think it is also fair, all this writing turns in previous long silences; because the words must first enter as they do sommessamente those invited to a feast, then once inside make the necessary presentations and finally, as it is right that happens in every party, bring together something as a gift. The most beautiful gift is also that little hand, the magic spell that describes in three words the whole world, the beginning of a love or its end, life and death and everything else is what we are in fate .

M's on days like these, where the work gives way to think I feel a little 'sperso, fatigued, even bitter for not having been able to observe better, try to understand the percHé or how of what passes before my amazed eyes.

A fter days like these, when the evening falls, then open the enormous glass window of my room, shooting on the rolling and I enjoy that little 'silence urban, the moon kind to watch the sea all that far s'accascia 'Horizon, and lights, signs of lives of others, which ignite and extinguish. Here, like this time I think I smoke, sin has no vice, indeed, perhaps it is better, but who knows until the end.

I n the meantime, I prepare a coffee, will not be a little but I held company while girerò Blog for others, I need now to observe, watch all the good words that you have written today, even to retrieve those precious hours that the work I was stolen.

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If you have drunk it betrays? I spigo better:
UBRIACHI CONTINUE TO BE RECALLED TO THE PERSON WHO AMA AND THEREFORE IT IS NOT IN ANY TRADIREBBE OR NO?

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Prendimi As The Wind takes.

D and you know what your body wants,
then prendimi like the wind took by surprise,
and then stringimi as the cold makes the skin,
scaldami and then as I was wood and you the flame,
and then incendiami and then bruciami and then devastami,
I so after you, after all the love that is there,
nothing is more equal,
and life is an eternal flame
between your eyes and hearts,
and what remains of our love.

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The mystery D'A Word.

Q ual'é the secret that makes us live a love,
while not loving, looking at him in the eye
and not deep, tenergli the hand,
and not fly away, baciargli lips,
and not melt, making love,
and not say I love you.

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Without knowledge of Self.

S enza know itself, the time goes like the wind,
runs, up kites and extends his arms,
ago open and close your eyes, you spits in the face,
breaks every door and wall breakthrough and opens hearts,
Sink your teeth in the flesh in days of pain,
licks the wounds of the nights in love.
S enza know itself, the time goes,
as through from morning to night
be my day,
without knowing who you are, who you are.

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This What Counts While Life happens.

It 'a little' of days that I think about all these years of life, what I was, what they are and a little 'frightens me what I can never be: not so imagine a future, but we think but, really, in front I find countless open doors. What is the right one in which entry?

T believe that someone can give me an answer. Resterò in doubt until I have chosen, then yes, that scoprirò other ports, further doubts and never any reply.

T he Life at the bottom is this: a request always things that you do not know, talking about things that are not known and receiving responses that do not understand. Blessed Mystery.

N the meantime that the Life, my, it happened, I find myself today to wonder what ever, I may have built in all these years. Strong relations of friendship? Loves? Jobs? Career? Money? Ah, to think about it, the latest seem (and are) the great nonsense, what counts are the first: Friendship and love which then guardacaso are also those who give more headaches. And already, who has never suffered for a friendship or a love? And how much strength, commitment and perseverance and confidence we need to maintain and cultivate both?

N the meantime that life happens, several other things happen and all in relation to that mysterious flow within which scorriamo us well, Life as a river and we small boats card taken away by the current. Who knows whether the end there is the sea, we hope only in the case, is not polluted.

Ntanto I think and I think back to what I did, I said, I wrote and what I've done, or not I thought I did not say or write, and if, indeed I managed to build something that lasts, something for which I, myself, Being worth the penalty. this is, ultimately, the thought that keeps me bench in my head for several days: they are succeed in all these years to make sure I have solid friendships, certainties, on which someone at the time of need can count, the hand I pull out of the quicksand, the word I defends the accusations? I do not know, I do not know if we are ever able, because this is where we should, above all else, beware: trying to'll never alone, so it is worth remembering us, what we are and our value, make sure that in our absence you perceive a vacuum or the pleasure of having there, so you could wish for our Being.

C erti signals tell me that despite everything something gets lost along the way and that nothing lasts forever Right now, just stay a little 'back to finish off "games" and this burn, oh where burns, because then you the sign that nothing was built and that none of us worth of being mentioned.

M a fault, if anything there was to look for a culprit, in my case, my only because I have not been able to do so that certain things avvenissero also are tired of chase people, and always look at all costs: who does not I am trying to say that I do not want to, who I called vuol say has not pleased to hear, who writes me, of course, has no pleasure to read and who I want, well, I will. Thus, in the end, I like the faults, the pieces and the damage and go forward and still the same, while the Life happens and this river flows.

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All Before What the Light Terms.

T believe who ever tells you: "the game is not worth the candle"
mordi as abbaiante dog your day,
opportunities scratched hours before the light terms,
could sfuggirti the future as the bone in the fight,
because this is life,
a perennial struggle between ever stunned senses.

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Dell'Amore What I Do.

D isegnami the love that I do and do it now,
as the pale moon draws glimpses of the sea,
percorrimi your eyes the living skin,
then dive in me and I will be your horizon,
the dawn from which the day arises,
the limit path of love you want.

S crivimi the love that I do and do it now,
as the track plough the furrow to sow,
digs in me and plant the seed of passion,
and I will be loving fruit of your work,
and cared for me and make me part of your creation,
and I for you I will be man who loves why you want.

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Writing E 'A Journey Inside Of Self.

E 'past, I hope so, the period of "great return", namely, that time frame in which, once returned from holiday is made "the massacre" to riportarsi like with their colleagues and working with the office whole, so I was just this past week and I wrote and "product" shortly. Do not write here or write anything mean, for me, as it can not breathe the air forced out because always in the house and I, I boast of having dna nomad, enclosed between four walls can not see me there and write is a escape, evade a proper, than those walls that I would like to contain.

C redo sia così per tutti, e se no lo sia per molti o comunque per quelle persone che costruiscono mondi e fughe e ponti, se non galassie, con le parole.

E d è per amore del viaggiare che riprendo a camminare. A parole, s’intende.

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In amore - Duchesca - B.Zambrini

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Ho 19anni.Follie per me…mandarmi i fiori a casa al mio compleanno pur sapendo k era odiato dai miei,restare ore ed ore sotto il mio balcone solo per vedermi affacciare qlk volta…infilarmi una lettera sotto la porta di casa di nascosto dai miei..scrivere sotto casa il mio nome…farsi con la bicicletta napoli.caserta solo per un bacio.
io ne ho fatte??SI ho abbandonato amici e famiglia per uno di 10anni più grande che mi trattava malissimo

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A me piace

A nessuno piace l’alba senza la propria metà,
a nessuno piace sorseggiare del buon vino francese,
senza una dolce dama,
scalo i monti,
scalo le roccie,
ma tu dove sei,
tu sei la mia meta preferità
mi manchi.

Guido Arci Camalli

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” Stasera partenza…… destinazione Sardegna…..”

Care stelline prima di imbarcarmi nell’ “impresa” di fare la valigia ( anche se ogni anno mi riprometto di non portare troppa roba!!!!! cosa che non avviene mai) sono passata un attimo per un salutino veloce veloce a tutti voi, che in questo anno mi avete letto, compreso e soprattutto sopportato!!!! Grazie….
Stasera, alle 22, parto per la Sardegna, destinazione Canigione, sperando che il tempo sia più clemente rispetto a questi ultimi giorni, così farò tante foto, che metterò nel blog, per vostra gioia!!!! ahahahahahahhhhh
dai che per una settimana vi liberate di me………. a me mancherete tanto stelline, ma sono sicura che al mio ritono avrò tantissime cose da raccontarvi!!!!!!
Un bacione a tutti voi, vi voglio veramente bene……….

questo è un pò quello che per me rappresenta l’amicizia, un sentimento bellissimo e stupendo, che grazie a voi va avanti……..

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” Mille giorni di te e di me…..”

Sono arrivata a casa tardi, da poco, per una serie di circostanze non piacevoli ( si è sentito male il ragazzo della Manu, e domani dobbiamo partire…….così lo abbiamo portato al pronto soccorso per sicurezza, e ora tutto ok, per fortuna!!!!), e nonostante fossi distrutta ea pezzi, ho voluto aprire il pc, guardare la pagina di 105, dove ero certa che ci sarebbe stata una delle tue ultime mail, perchè domani anche tu torni in Italia, e venerdì poi a Genova!!!!!
e infatti così è stato….. c’era la tua mail, e ti ho risposto con l’entusiasmo che ho sempre, anzi stasera ancora più vivo, nonostante quel piccolo “incidente”, se così si può chiamare, perchè finalmente mi sono fatta le treccine!!!!!!! mamma mia ho passato quasi tutto il pomeriggio, circa 5 ore , a farle….. ora mi ci devo un pò abituare, e , avendo aggiunto dei capelli, pesano un pochino…. però non sto proprio male, va bhè poi giudicherai tu!!!!!!!!!!!!
Per darti la buona notte , l’ultima che passerai in Africa, non potevo che scegliere una canzone di Baglioni….. per me è una delle più belle, e spero che piaccia tanto anche a te!

MILLE GIORNI DI TE E DI ME

io mi nascosi in te poi ti ho nascosto
da tutti e tutti per non farmi più trovare
e adesso che torniamo ognuno al proprio posto
liberi finalmente e non saper che fare
non ti lasciai un motivo né una colpa
ti ho fatto male per non farlo alla tua vita
tu eri in piedi contro il cielo e io così
dolente mi levai imputato alzatevi
chi ci sarà dopo di te
respirerà il tuo odore
pensando che sia il mio
io e te che facemmo invidia al mondo
avremmo vinto mai
contro un miliardo di persone
e una storia va a puttane
sapessi andarci io…
ci separammo un po’ come ci unimmo
senza far niente e niente poi c’era da fare
se non che farlo e lentamente noi fuggimmo
lontano dove non ci si può più pensare
finimmo prima che lui ci finisse
perché quel nostro amore non avesse fine
volevo averti e solo allora mi riuscì
quando mi accorsi che ero lì per prenderti.
chi mi vorrà dopo di te
si prenderà il tuo armadio
e quel disordine
che tu hai lasciato nei miei fogli
andando via così
come la nostra prima scena
solo che andavamo via di schiena
incontro a chi
insegneremo quello che
noi due imparammo insieme
e non capire mai
cos’è se c’è stato per davvero
quell’attimo di eterno che non c’è
mille giorni di te e di me…
ti presento
un vecchio amico mio
il ricordo di me
per sempre per tutto quanto il tempo
in questo addio
io mi innamorerò di te…

Claudio Baglioni

ps. ricordati i caruggi , la loro bellezza, le nostre chiacchiere etc etc……..

ps 2. Stelline buona notte anche a voi…. prometto che appena riesco vi metto una foto con le treccine, così mi dite come sto, e come vi sembrano…

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