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now home Crusco mites are sitting on the couch (also called CAMP! ) munching popcorn and every evening, the alien life that has developed behind the washing machine, organized party ... to make you understand the situation carry the words of Ila: "This morning there was a smell in the kitchen, but more of a stink ... you just the smell of dirt!"
No comment.
And to think that as soon as you get home Crusco (5 years ago! Alas!) Was different: first was drawn in the presence of the main authorities of the home, the treaty that established what would be the shift of cleaning. In any self-respecting student house, in fact, just look on the fridge or a cupboard door open, encountered the fateful blank page bearing the names of the occupants of the house and their weekly commitments in the fight against dirt. This split shifts cleaning is was immediately accepted as a sort of gospel, but unlike the latter had a short life: it was finished to skip a turn, then a week, two weeks ... the end is cleaned only when you get below the level and very little fever before it develops the botulism bacterium! Compounding this, add that with the passage of time the scheme that sets out the various shifts became increasingly complex: from simple option bath / kitchen leads to the combination of systems engineering of the lot: + hall kitchen / bath, clean in pairs, exchange and sale of such shifts.
also confronted with situations of "specialized cleaning company" approach is not always the same: the Nuclear Energy Act, not at all worried, indifferent looks at the balls of dust running through the house or the pillows on the famous camp, now home to a colony of fleas, and I Teve we just take the object or 'vacuum cleaner and fix the floor which now begins to live its own life, while Ila on the other hand try to convert us all to the sacred path of clean, paved with Lysol and spray ... but in the end all to our destiny and rassegnamo, braced the vacuum, we face the monster of the dirt!

dusty Greetings!

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Iaia ** ** ** A small corner poetic




slowly dying slowly dies who becomes slave of
repeating every day the same itineraries, who does not change the
running
who does not risk and change the color of the clothes,
does not talk to those who do not know.

He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white, dotting the "i" rather than a set of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes sparkle,
that turn a yawn a smile,
those that make the heart beat in front of mistakes and feelings.

He or she who does not overthrow the table, who is unhappy
at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty to follow a dream,
who does not allow at least once in their lives to flee from sensate advises.

He or she who does not travel, who does not read
,
does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself.

Dies slowly he who destroys pride,
who does not accept help,
who passes his days complaining of his bad luck or the incessant rain.

Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it,
who does not ask questions on subjects he does not know
who does not answer when asked about something he knows.

Let's avoid death in small doses,

always remembering that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple act of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness
.

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Nuclear Energy Act ** Once upon a time on Wednesday the club! Nuclear Energy Act

Already! We did it again ... again ... we are falling back on a Wednesday at the club! But
This time there was a good cause ... a cause with a nice ass, a face like an angel and a voice of fear ... No, Anto, do not worry, I look at it, It's yours! That is, is the Collegiate dressed, with hair from Collegiate, but you always looked when he sang! But you tell me if one can only get to watch, while the hormone salt, because salt by force ... and then seeing him with the Collegiate ! Anto, you have all my respect!

Singer aside, last night was a pleasant return to the past! I attach a few more ... but it feels to fill the center of the track was new just us! Again crazy! And then there were
Varese, those of chup easy, those of a thousand drunk together, those of pasta with tuna at night and sleep at home, with our pajamas, not too flexible for their lower parts! Let's say that he was not home but there were many parcels around the house! What beautiful words ...
How many has seen circulation !?!?! And I'm where I started smoking ... and there are lots more of my first experiences ...
's where I met my friends in Rome: there I saw them dance, mess, fight, cry, throw up ... how many things could tell! For example
of national mourning, which falls every year on Dec. 18, in memory of my first great folly, Dec. 18 to three years ago! We had met at the club just those two: thirty years and little desire to grow. At that time, and I saw them as two men Anto charming, handsome, a bit 'out of reach ... and every time we two were dancing on the shelf at their feet to seek their looks. Immezzo a thousand other little women who were doing the same thing. Then on the shelf that together we go up we also ... .. two stars in the spotlight! What times!
Everything for national mourning: proud host a perfect dinner tonight!! First cannelloni with Mom! Chops per second. Various sweets. And wine. The company was large and varied: we gurppo of Rome and the two of them, invited one of the dances during the Wednesday before closing. Also at the club. The strategy was Anto, even at that, because in terms of strategies, whoever beats ????? But back to dinner and I Anto rinfighettate for the occasion, with the hormone frozen in the freezer or do not say shit. The wine was a good partner, someone, I think Iaia, that dropping things is a teacher, has paid all the wine on the table .... and Roberto pants! "Ok, we are going, Robert has return home to change my pants! Good evening, hello! " Two minutes, as foreseen in the strategy, we were alone at home with those two! Myths that my friends!! Roberto Ilaria had slipped the skirt to go home. This would not be a problem if my house there was a local trans: risked, he risked his lot! So, running for not answer the question "What are you going all?", my friends Who have left alone, just like we wanted!
Via the late evening: we move into the bedroom and you begin to form combinations, while chatting in the circle, women, everything. Then a call .. "We must go on, we should give a Christmas gift to our friend tomorrow that way! But maybe we do come back soon and if you're still awake"
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
All our dreams of glory had gone up in smoke !!!!!!!!!!!!
super embarrassed because I was already in Pineto of these follies I had not done much, even if no ... but just within the tunnel of crazy nights that has to go to bring the gift ... No! En O!
short, only slabs remain to think how long it would take them around to the back! But is Anto Anto ... and then go with the message "Write! ... Too bad you had to leave ... there came a great desire to croissants ... .. If you pass this way again .. .. " What a shameless !!!!!!!!! What
laughter when I wrote that message "No Anto, I'm ashamed!" "Writing !!!!!"" Anto But no, now they are gone," "Come on, write Hurry up or else return the other "" But no, Anto, I'm gay, went by his "Move". And down on laughter laughter!
Twenty minutes after the bell sounded with croissants ... How many Anto knows ?!!!!
Better not tell how it ended the evening!
On this occasion I bought a red bulb for the lamp to my little heart! Say v'immaginate is served ... but who knows! Not already think of orgies or anything like that!
A nice evening ... great satisfaction! The following
everybody knows .. and for the uninitiated, a few months later we curavamo wounds Anto ... .. I especially cultivated a new friend! And there
National Mourning! Thanks
Club .... But

baff .......

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** ** As a muffler

or

I know that is not the best poetry. I am well aware ... But
this morning I felt a kind of annoyance, as if a worm I pat your head and tell me .. spit on, say, speaks ...
As usual, besides me, no one has heard those words.
In fact, while I told myself I did not really understand, until the end, what was the crux of the matter.
Then I left the house, and I got the light!
A muffler, here, today I feel just like a muffler.
Do not ask me the model, whether old or new, whether catalytic or ILcontrarioDIcatalitica.
only imagine the pot, do them two eyes, Dior sunglasses, two ears (or else just hold the glasses), and while we're at the MP3 player. And here I am, 'm pretty?!
But why just a muffler?

You know a car, any one of those who walks through the city, I imagine myself with a guy driving and his girlfriend beside him. But there may be a girl with a dog, a party around aimlessly. Or an old man a bit 'goofy, all of those who play, poor, or if you meet my brother at an intersection, he gets a MBE by ndundì !!!!!"( memorable scene, as the guilt of my brother when he realized that the poor old man had heard everything, because the windows were down).
But back to the car here, the engine is important, life, without him the couple would not go to the movies, she would not bring the dog from the dog ready for coupling, the party would take the old and cold .... and oh, does not meet my brother, and even he gets the "MBE by ndundì. " Perhaps it would be better!
The interior mirror also has its own because: catch everyone's attention, captures the details. The guy who straightens his hair to be perfect, the girl who checks that the dog does not vomit for the sharp turn, the girl of the party in the back seat, looking for an accomplice to look what is driving the old ... by marking the mirror plate number of my brother to report him to the vice squad.
and upholstery! Cacchio it is important to the upholstery. The boy has changed since he left his ex, new life, new upholstery. The dog then ask him how comfortable leather upholstery, instead of the rough that scratch my tummy when you lie down. For the Committee, the upholstery is a sort of relic, that if your are aware of a perfectly circular hole, vaglielo to explain that it is the fault of the pencil. The old man now, the concentric circle would not it not so good, but my brother who sees it!.
But we come to the muffler. What does the muffler? E 'useful, for heaven's sake as anything else in the world. Everything has its usefulness, even the wastepaper to the ground, otherwise there WOULD BE to make the scavengers. Alright, the muffler is useful, but what do you know? What do you know that inside there is the couple, the dog with the owner, the party around and do nothing or little old man who takes the cazziatone from my brother. As life goes in there arguing, laughing, crying preidica is that the youth of today no longer knows education. But it's cold outside. The muffler is off. The muffler behind. There but not there. The muffler takes scraps, take them throws them, shoots them and threw them. And in the end maybe it's too happy, because it is his task, has been invented for it. Why is perhaps too comfortable. You should not do much: just take the waste and throw away all day. But never
flowers ?!!!!!!!!

Then I saw a car with two mufflers.
I love the machines with two mufflers.

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Nuclear Energy Act ** * A thousand words

Here, he returned one of my moments MIstrafogoDIlibriFINOaPERDERElaCAPACITA'diLEGGERE!

Words, words, words ... I love them ...
And there a little gift '..

The first series is "black sheep" of Ascanio Celestini: poetry, humor and desperation of a journey into the world of madness. "
I could improvise and make a critique of those reviews you read in the newspapers ... but it found thousands of those if you go for a walk in the network. Then I thought to write one of the pages more struck me: it speaks of God, but not as a priest he would speak, but as a father would talk to his son. As I speak Ascanio Celestini.
His pen has left a groove on this page: The focus recognizably Roman, theatricality evident, that seems to feel it and see it on stage. The simplicity of this passage, then, is the entire novel. The madness, the shopping, the death of her mother, sister petomane, the asylum: everything seems to have the same thickness, when viewed through the eyes of those who have lived for 35 years in a mental hospital systems ". Only to find out ...
"But now I understand why I can not heal.
Why fear it's not a disease." But

I've already said too much. To you his words:

the mornings the sixties my father took me to the market to sell the cheese. It made me see the Sixties, I meant the people and say "Look how ridiculous with skirts that you see all the legs, with stories of extraterrestrial aliens, with cha this music speaks of the flavor of sea salt instead of talking of God. " What I asked him "Who is God?" and he replied that "God is the word, that one who speaks' and I told him that" you talk too dad. " But he said "no, God is a good one, is one who speaks truly."
My father said that "at the beginning there was only the horse. In the darkness taking there was God and his son who called Jesus Christ, a kind of God he too. But in the darkness Jesus Christ we are afraid. Because the dark is scary. And you can die for fear of the dark
So God says light and the light comes on. But it is a true light, it's only pretend. It 's just the word of God, he needs to push through the fear of her son. In fact, now that son has taken courage. So also says sea and sky and the sky appears with all the birds and the sea with fish. And Jesus Christ you can swim in the sea and hunt birds from the sky. Meanwhile, says God says sheep, cow and horse and pronounce any word that means a different piece of the immense created. And the sheep and cows and horses, their hunting and the rest of you have created before our eyes of Jesus Christ. Before his eyes seem real.
But it's not true that it is true.
E 'only the word of God, I know' the words that they see him, but while the fear is gone. Then he says men and women and in the rest of creation also takes a man and a woman. And Jesus Christ is passionate about the history of these two poor bastards that look like so much to him. Watching life pass them in a hurry in the midst of all creation. At the end saw them die. He is mercy and told his father that "it is too cruel that even the lives of these poor people is a life that is not really true. It 's sad that I know well sti unfortunate' just words." So God takes the dead and starts pretending to create them. Mo 'know' deaths are now very real, I really dead. But only they are really true. And if God puts you close to the chair and also tells them the story. And sometimes even the dead tell because now they have become real people can also speak with real words. "
[...] My father said that" tuttle people are believed to be true. It is believed that the true taste of salt and flavor of the sea. What are the real sixties including the Martians. And also you think to be true, but you're just a boy in the story of God. "

So this is a piece of foam that hit.
Who has not fallen asleep in the meantime, will certainly recognized in the skeleton creation story, the mystery Christian's death and real life. But he had never heard a version like that?. Here, throughout the book we talk about life, fear, madness, in a totally new version. Just as in this piece.

Ps. Sorry if, as usual, I wrote a Km

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Teves *** *** For the Faith!!

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. That roommate ..... sadly forgetful on Monday was yet another unlucky day (reclaim the trip to Lourdes) ... Although late, MANY HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!!!! Ps: you left your good faith in the picture !!!!!!