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Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
South Park 3x01 Vo Streaming
Non provare
Al momento, io non so veramente what to say. I said I'm close to my past, and I have a good reason. There is nothing significant about it to anyone that revolves around online. It 's all off line. My private life is nobody's business, and there is nothing personal about it, either. It 'pretty easy to see that nothing dramatic has happened in my life other than that little incident that does not even bother to worry. What most do not understand is that I'm not closed, I just do not care. Does not really matter, because it has nothing to do with this. Moreover, no one is hiding from my past around this. They have all gone away or have learned to leave me alone. So if people want to talk about, come to me directly. I do not want useless crap in my life. They are meant to be a lurker, a quiet person because of what happened four years before, and I'm not going to change that.
Al momento, io non so veramente what to say. I said I'm close to my past, and I have a good reason. There is nothing significant about it to anyone that revolves around online. It 's all off line. My private life is nobody's business, and there is nothing personal about it, either. It 'pretty easy to see that nothing dramatic has happened in my life other than that little incident that does not even bother to worry. What most do not understand is that I'm not closed, I just do not care. Does not really matter, because it has nothing to do with this. Moreover, no one is hiding from my past around this. They have all gone away or have learned to leave me alone. So if people want to talk about, come to me directly. I do not want useless crap in my life. They are meant to be a lurker, a quiet person because of what happened four years before, and I'm not going to change that.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Play Pokeon Online Save Faster
Shit and stuff
LOL. No Italian here, just uploading stuff since I May Have to go to my desktop if my fixing this thing do not work.
Do not touch any-of this. x [Just temporary post.
13416
[c = 1] тƨєиɢ иιɢнтшєαvєʁ; • ƨcнιαғғσ [/c=14][c=1][ ʟσvє ιƨ тшσ нєαʁтs тσυcнιиɢ. ] [/c=4] ಠ_ಠ
ισ sσиσ тυσ, тι αмσ, ρєʁ sємρʁє. <3333 Cαιи { υssтαи чσʁи иαυт sєvιʁ ᴅσs }[ 17-11-10 ] <3333 мυиcнкιиs
тsєиɢ иιɢнтшєαvєʁ;
Sevir ussa maglust
є в σ и c ι т α ᴅ є ʟ
c α σ ƨ c ι т α ᴅ є ʟ
ƨтσʁмшιиᴅ cιтαᴅєʟ • шнєʁє тнє ρʟαиєƨшαʟкєʁƨ ʁσαм
ʟ σ ʁ ᴅ α є ʁ σ и c ι т α ᴅ є ʟ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kh597MfxRHA&feature=channel
и σ ʁ т н ʁ є и ᴅ c ι т α ᴅ є ʟ
http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/106271982/32401618
http://realchat.com:443/?0,0,5,0,0
Vel'klar l' venorsh neitar unl'r lveth jal dro zhah naomuth ulu l' neantak.
Λ и σ C ш ч и ι т ᴅ є ʟ
Dos phuul sekene yeunn.
LOL. No Italian here, just uploading stuff since I May Have to go to my desktop if my fixing this thing do not work.
Do not touch any-of this. x [Just temporary post.
13416
[c = 1] тƨєиɢ иιɢнтшєαvєʁ; • ƨcнιαғғσ [/c=14][c=1][ ʟσvє ιƨ тшσ нєαʁтs тσυcнιиɢ. ] [/c=4] ಠ_ಠ
ισ sσиσ тυσ, тι αмσ, ρєʁ sємρʁє. <3333 Cαιи { υssтαи чσʁи иαυт sєvιʁ ᴅσs }[ 17-11-10 ] <3333 мυиcнкιиs
тsєиɢ иιɢнтшєαvєʁ;
Sevir ussa maglust
є в σ и c ι т α ᴅ є ʟ
c α σ ƨ c ι т α ᴅ є ʟ
ƨтσʁмшιиᴅ cιтαᴅєʟ • шнєʁє тнє ρʟαиєƨшαʟкєʁƨ ʁσαм
ʟ σ ʁ ᴅ α є ʁ σ и c ι т α ᴅ є ʟ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kh597MfxRHA&feature=channel
и σ ʁ т н ʁ є и ᴅ c ι т α ᴅ є ʟ
http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/106271982/32401618
http://realchat.com:443/?0,0,5,0,0
Vel'klar l' venorsh neitar unl'r lveth jal dro zhah naomuth ulu l' neantak.
Λ и σ C ш ч и ι т ᴅ є ʟ
Dos phuul sekene yeunn.
Knightsbridge Porcelain Dolls
Vendetta
I do not know any of you, but I'm exhausted. I stayed up all night, and went to bed at seven in the morning. I do not know what I was thinking, as well as some revenge on a lover for sure. Especially since I was a little 'later than usual, then, of course, I had to be distracted. Planning to go back on him when he gets home. It would be nice, as was to be grumpy about it. I mean, he could have just asked me and dragged me away from distractions, but is he to you. I had to figure it out, and was a sin which had a cast, though. Would have demanded my revenge, right then and there. Although I have to think about it, I was up all night, my brain is fried. I'll be lucky if I can pull off something logical, later. I worry.
I do not know any of you, but I'm exhausted. I stayed up all night, and went to bed at seven in the morning. I do not know what I was thinking, as well as some revenge on a lover for sure. Especially since I was a little 'later than usual, then, of course, I had to be distracted. Planning to go back on him when he gets home. It would be nice, as was to be grumpy about it. I mean, he could have just asked me and dragged me away from distractions, but is he to you. I had to figure it out, and was a sin which had a cast, though. Would have demanded my revenge, right then and there. Although I have to think about it, I was up all night, my brain is fried. I'll be lucky if I can pull off something logical, later. I worry.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Jcpenney Salons Prices
Solo paz
Hello guys, just a voice in this short time. Apparently sprained the ankle when I fixed the exhaust pipe for my aunt's car. Somehow it was removed and asked that I spend my morning fix. Beautiful, right? Ended up missing my boyfriend to death, pleaded with her and then came inside. In any case, only a small update. I'm obviously more on face book I'm here, but I wanted to make a Live Journal for a while ', so now I have.
-_-;
Hello guys, just a voice in this short time. Apparently sprained the ankle when I fixed the exhaust pipe for my aunt's car. Somehow it was removed and asked that I spend my morning fix. Beautiful, right? Ended up missing my boyfriend to death, pleaded with her and then came inside. In any case, only a small update. I'm obviously more on face book I'm here, but I wanted to make a Live Journal for a while ', so now I have.
-_-;
Saturday, November 27, 2010
How Do You Get Ain Poptropica In C
Di volta in volta
So it seems that I have a lot of pressure lately, but I can say it's my fault. I decided to be involved in all the drama, but now I'm pulling out. It 'been rather quiet as of late, but there are people who want me dead. They are useless assholes who should be shot in the head point blank. The Fury when I carry close to them is more than enough to provoke a war. I do not know what to do or say half the time, the penetration of confusion in my mind, my eyes blinded by anger. I hate to be upset, I hate people who cause it. They are fools. I was asked if I could turn back time I would like? No. Despite the negativity of what has happened, I found someone who can make me forget everything. I love him very much, and if anything, even if it can be used for pain that has to live, I do not want him for any further experience or through friends or people they know.
Sometimes I want to strangle someone, make them suffer for all the years that have caused others pain. I am not the voice of my agony, and I will never, because it is not my concern. And 'the others I fear. Those who have betrayed us, that means all my friends, including my-lover should see what it means to be in pain. When the world descends upon them, these traitors will see what they have put everyone else through. I'm not really a violent person most of the time, but in this day and age, I wish I could just take a gun and fire, killing those that I hate. However, I will not let my anger take over me. I'll just show it to those who deserve it. Whether I shot someone I care, not against them. Sometimes I can not help but be angry about things that happen. I will remain a docile, but civilized, even if at the same time, I will be able to show how I feel a change in the language. If I speak Italian around English-speaking users, it says that I am quite upset and I want what is or who is no more.
I never can understand what makes a checkmark human, but what I understand is the human emotion. It 's a fickle thing, but I saw enough to know that it is difficult to reign in, of control. I suppose it will recover in time, but for now. There is only one person that matters most to me more than anything else. I used to want to be alone, to remain in the shadows, without someone to be with, but that has changed, and I, an Italian ice cream, I am grateful for the fact that he came into my life and turned upside down .
So it seems that I have a lot of pressure lately, but I can say it's my fault. I decided to be involved in all the drama, but now I'm pulling out. It 'been rather quiet as of late, but there are people who want me dead. They are useless assholes who should be shot in the head point blank. The Fury when I carry close to them is more than enough to provoke a war. I do not know what to do or say half the time, the penetration of confusion in my mind, my eyes blinded by anger. I hate to be upset, I hate people who cause it. They are fools. I was asked if I could turn back time I would like? No. Despite the negativity of what has happened, I found someone who can make me forget everything. I love him very much, and if anything, even if it can be used for pain that has to live, I do not want him for any further experience or through friends or people they know.
Sometimes I want to strangle someone, make them suffer for all the years that have caused others pain. I am not the voice of my agony, and I will never, because it is not my concern. And 'the others I fear. Those who have betrayed us, that means all my friends, including my-lover should see what it means to be in pain. When the world descends upon them, these traitors will see what they have put everyone else through. I'm not really a violent person most of the time, but in this day and age, I wish I could just take a gun and fire, killing those that I hate. However, I will not let my anger take over me. I'll just show it to those who deserve it. Whether I shot someone I care, not against them. Sometimes I can not help but be angry about things that happen. I will remain a docile, but civilized, even if at the same time, I will be able to show how I feel a change in the language. If I speak Italian around English-speaking users, it says that I am quite upset and I want what is or who is no more.
I never can understand what makes a checkmark human, but what I understand is the human emotion. It 's a fickle thing, but I saw enough to know that it is difficult to reign in, of control. I suppose it will recover in time, but for now. There is only one person that matters most to me more than anything else. I used to want to be alone, to remain in the shadows, without someone to be with, but that has changed, and I, an Italian ice cream, I am grateful for the fact that he came into my life and turned upside down .
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Waitress Job Strip Clubs
The Game: Why the flavors change as the skin changes
And when you thought that I would come back here I am back!
The post I had written almost a month ago but for various reasons has been gathering dust, now is the time to publish it:
after days of indecision, dropout due in connection pc jump in and began smoking at last this post, and unifies the two-day delay in a meme because I'm an embarrassment to the game and why should I say what is true for day 13 to day 14.
I began to think of my fictional book weeks before arriving at the time of writing it because I know very well that when it comes to books, to make a ranking or just choose one, I am really so difficult, and in fact I was in doubt for a long time if you prefer The God of Small Things (Arundhati Roy) and Immortality (Milan Kundera) because, by excluding Marquez which I think I have already said enough, are the two books that I "feel" more and i went through by dint of rereading.
I decided to Kundera, in the end, because in that book I have always found it completely, I have always felt very much like Agnes in thoughts, behavior and nell'antipatia for "Laura persons" but when I started in hand the book to be able to comment on how it should be, I felt totally alien ... that not much has changed what I think, and of course the book has not changed either, but I can not find anything more than what we found until recently, no similarity, no phrase to remember, no adherence to my world , I almost read a book other than I remembered, and therefore no longer makes sense to use it for the meme. If I had to follow my original idea and then I talk about God of Small Things, but I had a little '"fear" not to recognize me more in my taste and therefore spoiling the memory of this book, so I preferred not to read it and decide that too.
For the non-fictional book I was pretty sure I would have used skin, Curzio Malaparte, because every word is a punch to the stomach and can not be forgotten and then because it let me know Malaparte Piccolo and then \u0026lt; 3 \u0026lt;3 \u0026lt;3 However, in light of the recent discovery I have decided not to write anything because maybe, quoting Kundera, now a new shot in the face of my books.
And when you thought that I would come back here I am back!
The post I had written almost a month ago but for various reasons has been gathering dust, now is the time to publish it:
after days of indecision, dropout due in connection pc jump in and began smoking at last this post, and unifies the two-day delay in a meme because I'm an embarrassment to the game and why should I say what is true for day 13 to day 14.
I began to think of my fictional book weeks before arriving at the time of writing it because I know very well that when it comes to books, to make a ranking or just choose one, I am really so difficult, and in fact I was in doubt for a long time if you prefer The God of Small Things (Arundhati Roy) and Immortality (Milan Kundera) because, by excluding Marquez which I think I have already said enough, are the two books that I "feel" more and i went through by dint of rereading.
I decided to Kundera, in the end, because in that book I have always found it completely, I have always felt very much like Agnes in thoughts, behavior and nell'antipatia for "Laura persons" but when I started in hand the book to be able to comment on how it should be, I felt totally alien ... that not much has changed what I think, and of course the book has not changed either, but I can not find anything more than what we found until recently, no similarity, no phrase to remember, no adherence to my world , I almost read a book other than I remembered, and therefore no longer makes sense to use it for the meme. If I had to follow my original idea and then I talk about God of Small Things, but I had a little '"fear" not to recognize me more in my taste and therefore spoiling the memory of this book, so I preferred not to read it and decide that too.
For the non-fictional book I was pretty sure I would have used skin, Curzio Malaparte, because every word is a punch to the stomach and can not be forgotten and then because it let me know Malaparte Piccolo and then \u0026lt; 3 \u0026lt;3 \u0026lt;3 However, in light of the recent discovery I have decided not to write anything because maybe, quoting Kundera, now a new shot in the face of my books.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Why Are Guys Pinky Nail So Long?
The Game will be all the music that goes around
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Your Day 02 → favourite movie
Day 03 → Your favourite television programme
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever Tickles your fancy
Before writing the serious part of the post I * absolutely * to share how He is everywhere \u0026lt;3
also here
eh, I must say that is a man of many talents XD
Coming Now the serious part, today's post is dedicated to my childhood disk (disk, because it exists only in this form and in very few copies, of which one will be included in my part of the estate, understood live?) or 19milioni 770mila 558lire 88centesimi for freedom of Taberna Mylaensis, Sicilian group that tells the history of Sicily through the recovery of songs and poems popular, and in this case than they cost to Sicily to Italy and the annexation of the protest song Vinni cu 'Vinnie, and cc'è triculuri lu, reworked to become
Now Talia Talia fannu cc'è about the
Vinni cu' vinni, e cc'è lu triculuri,
vinniru milli famusi guirreri
vinniru milli famusi guirreri
Ora ca cc'è la talia fannu talìa
cu na canna a li manu è la Sicilia
Ora ca cc'è la talia fannu talìa
cu na canna a li manu è la Sicilia
E Garibaldi lu libiraturi:
'nta lu so cori paura nun teni
'nta lu so cori paura nun teni
Ora ca cc'è la talia fannu talìa
cu na canna a li manu è la Sicilia
Ora ca cc'è la talia fannu talìa
cu na canna a li manu Sicily is
finíu Now, now lu finìu Ciccu Burbuni,
the earth apríu sutta them pedi ':
was the most chist'omu ccu fataciumi,
about Sicily, was libira arreri.
And Sicily was libira arreri
vinniru milli milli famus guirreri
vinniru famus guirreri
Now about the cc'è Talia Talia fannu
cu na manu cane to them is Sicily
Now about cc'è Talia Talia
the fannu cu na manu cane to them is Sicily
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Your Day 02 → favourite movie
Day 03 → Your favourite television programme
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever Tickles your fancy
Before writing the serious part of the post I * absolutely * to share how He is everywhere \u0026lt;3
also here
eh, I must say that is a man of many talents XD
Coming Now the serious part, today's post is dedicated to my childhood disk (disk, because it exists only in this form and in very few copies, of which one will be included in my part of the estate, understood live?) or 19milioni 770mila 558lire 88centesimi for freedom of Taberna Mylaensis, Sicilian group that tells the history of Sicily through the recovery of songs and poems popular, and in this case than they cost to Sicily to Italy and the annexation of the protest song Vinni cu 'Vinnie, and cc'è triculuri lu, reworked to become
Now Talia Talia fannu cc'è about the
Vinni cu' vinni, e cc'è lu triculuri,
vinniru milli famusi guirreri
vinniru milli famusi guirreri
Ora ca cc'è la talia fannu talìa
cu na canna a li manu è la Sicilia
Ora ca cc'è la talia fannu talìa
cu na canna a li manu è la Sicilia
E Garibaldi lu libiraturi:
'nta lu so cori paura nun teni
'nta lu so cori paura nun teni
Ora ca cc'è la talia fannu talìa
cu na canna a li manu è la Sicilia
Ora ca cc'è la talia fannu talìa
cu na canna a li manu Sicily is
finíu Now, now lu finìu Ciccu Burbuni,
the earth apríu sutta them pedi ':
was the most chist'omu ccu fataciumi,
about Sicily, was libira arreri.
And Sicily was libira arreri
vinniru milli milli famus guirreri
vinniru famus guirreri
Now about the cc'è Talia Talia fannu
cu na manu cane to them is Sicily
Now about cc'è Talia Talia
the fannu cu na manu cane to them is Sicily
Monday, July 19, 2010
Army Combat Action Badge Template
The Game: Black and White
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favourite movie
Day 03 → Your favourite television programme
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever Tickles your fancy
to talk about this picture we have to go far to 1999/2000.
At that time I was attending the seventh grade and my teacher of technique had little desire to be in the classroom, and one day we decided to take us around the school digging up an old photo lab ever seen before.
He gave us pieces of a very old photo paper, those not polished and probably in black and white and told us to posarci on some objects in our imagination, then we explained how to use the machine to print the images on the card (which probably has a specific name but I do not know), how to use fluids for the development and left us free to do.
I had nothing with me, except for a necklace with a dove and springs with a star-shaped, so here is my "CREATION".
It 's a picture designed, printed, developed, restored and photographed by me, so I could not choose better ^ _ ^
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favourite movie
Day 03 → Your favourite television programme
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever Tickles your fancy
to talk about this picture we have to go far to 1999/2000.
At that time I was attending the seventh grade and my teacher of technique had little desire to be in the classroom, and one day we decided to take us around the school digging up an old photo lab ever seen before.
He gave us pieces of a very old photo paper, those not polished and probably in black and white and told us to posarci on some objects in our imagination, then we explained how to use the machine to print the images on the card (which probably has a specific name but I do not know), how to use fluids for the development and left us free to do.
I had nothing with me, except for a necklace with a dove and springs with a star-shaped, so here is my "CREATION".
It 's a picture designed, printed, developed, restored and photographed by me, so I could not choose better ^ _ ^
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Switch Bindings For Snowboard
the Game: something that resembles a laugh in tears
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favourite television programme
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever Tickles your fancy
This picture , was taken away in London in 2006 between late April and early May.
We were in front of the royal palace and this guy was guarding.
The author of the picture, when you take exclaimed " Ciiiiis! "and we all laughed, including the guard, who only then realized that, by regulation, the royal guards should be unmoved and became very red, very much ashamed, poor guy XD. Whenever
about photos of London I can not help but laugh remembering what happened, but then I realize that four years have passed, I no longer have contact with people who have made me company for two weeks , Paul, Ruth and Margaret have certainly forgotten us, that I have no idea what happened to Marco, Valentina and Ines and there is nothing at the time, me neither. And all this I'm so sorry.
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favourite television programme
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever Tickles your fancy
We were in front of the royal palace and this guy was guarding.
The author of the picture, when you take exclaimed " Ciiiiis! "and we all laughed, including the guard, who only then realized that, by regulation, the royal guards should be unmoved and became very red, very much ashamed, poor guy XD. Whenever
about photos of London I can not help but laugh remembering what happened, but then I realize that four years have passed, I no longer have contact with people who have made me company for two weeks , Paul, Ruth and Margaret have certainly forgotten us, that I have no idea what happened to Marco, Valentina and Ines and there is nothing at the time, me neither. And all this I'm so sorry.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Linsey Dawn Does The Doctor
The Game: We Are Ugly But We Have the music
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favourite movie
Day 03 → Your favourite television programme
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever Tickles your fancy
As usual, choose one thing is not for me, especially when it comes to quotes, so I decided to put a small list of quotes (from the title) that are somehow linked, but without indicating the source, we see how many you recognize without looking on the internet XD
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favourite movie
Day 03 → Your favourite television programme
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever Tickles your fancy
As usual, choose one thing is not for me, especially when it comes to quotes, so I decided to put a small list of quotes (from the title) that are somehow linked, but without indicating the source, we see how many you recognize without looking on the internet XD
- There were many people which he loved, women and men, but under an agreement had been curious, as a condition of friendship, take care of their nose and make him blow a regular basis, would preferred to live without friends.
- Many years later, facing a firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to hear the ice.
- My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder .
- "I had always wanted to see you so, his stomach full of deep holes, as if you were made of wood." And before I realized that my words had become clumsy in front of her nakedness, she stood motionless, warming the orbit of the lamp, and said: "A Sometimes I think being metallic. He was silent for a moment. The position of the hands over the flame changed slightly. I said: "Sometimes, in other dreams, I thought it was only a bronze statuette in the corner of some museum. Maybe that's why you're cold. "
- The real hometown is where for the first time has laid a conscious eye on themselves: the books were my first home.
- Arianna would not see all this: he stopped in the middle of the road, to another island, rugged and rocky. Yes asleep because they shoot the man and the god of the kind needed only to appear and disappear.
- He walked on water. Maybe. But it would have been able to swim on land?
- must be deeply convinced that the world is horrible to be happy
- What do you think of world history in general and the general history in particular?
- If you see a person who is not satisfied that the ceremonies of the times, invisible and invaluable help others even if it does not will be told in public events, which do not traverse the battlefield on the white horse `s indignation, but with pity and shame among the walking wounded, so here is a sorcerer. When there `s nothing more to learn, go away to college. When there `s nothing more to hear, not listen anymore. If they say it is too easy to stay out, means that they are up to their ears. Go away, with only one step.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Kidney Pain After Resting
The Game: You do not die when they should, but when you can
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favourite television programme
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever Tickles your fancy
write this post cost me an immense effort, because the thought of leaving by books like Immortality or The God of Small Things I almost hurts, but in the end I decided, I made the choice and perhaps most obvious, but probably the right one:
Gabriel Garcia Marquez - One Hundred Years of Solitude
this is , the book that radically changed the way I read, what made me switch from historical fiction and reality absolute surrealism, to a different reality, and as my mother would say, strange books, full of ghosts and weird things .
When I read the first time I was fourteen or fifteen years and a great love for South America, and this could be one of the reasons I fell in love with Gabo, but One Hundred Years of Solitude is not only the history Chile, not only the entire history of Latin America, but Colonel Aureliano Buendía who took part in 32 revolutions lose it all, the gypsy Melquiades, with his inventions, Remedios the Beauty who ascended into heaven, with Rebeca his bag of bones are something more, allegories and interpretations of all reality.
and then One Hundred Years of Solitude is also the key to the Modena City Ramblers MCR and are the symbol of the best of what they gave me the high school years, so this was an obvious choice.
WARNING: This post was written in very bad physical and psychological condition, ergo I do not take any responsibility for the stupid things / mistakes that I have written, are not bright enough to be aware but I wanted to write this post as soon as possible .
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favourite television programme
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever Tickles your fancy
write this post cost me an immense effort, because the thought of leaving by books like Immortality or The God of Small Things I almost hurts, but in the end I decided, I made the choice and perhaps most obvious, but probably the right one:
Gabriel Garcia Marquez - One Hundred Years of Solitude
this is , the book that radically changed the way I read, what made me switch from historical fiction and reality absolute surrealism, to a different reality, and as my mother would say, strange books, full of ghosts and weird things .
When I read the first time I was fourteen or fifteen years and a great love for South America, and this could be one of the reasons I fell in love with Gabo, but One Hundred Years of Solitude is not only the history Chile, not only the entire history of Latin America, but Colonel Aureliano Buendía who took part in 32 revolutions lose it all, the gypsy Melquiades, with his inventions, Remedios the Beauty who ascended into heaven, with Rebeca his bag of bones are something more, allegories and interpretations of all reality.
and then One Hundred Years of Solitude is also the key to the Modena City Ramblers MCR and are the symbol of the best of what they gave me the high school years, so this was an obvious choice.
WARNING: This post was written in very bad physical and psychological condition, ergo I do not take any responsibility for the stupid things / mistakes that I have written, are not bright enough to be aware but I wanted to write this post as soon as possible .
Friday, July 2, 2010
Where I Can Buy Pure Cocoa Tablet
The Game: Excuse me do it again?
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favourite television programme
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Me and TV =
almost absolute indifference of the few things that I am passionate in twenty-three years are almost exclusively under the name of Dandini, Crozza, X-Factor (ie the first x-factor I saw only "love" in these here *, the other two more to Morgan, although there were beautiful voices, but the fourth did not watch the ... cacangela! brrr)
However, the video of today is not among the names mentioned already but it goes back to my childhood, is the most cynical and ruthless that I know and I explain why I became Annabelle Gravenberg XD
directly away from the nineties ... Candy!
* skip the introduction and go well throughout the song, unfortunately my pc fight with youtube and are not able to find a better video -.-
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favourite television programme
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Me and TV =
almost absolute indifference of the few things that I am passionate in twenty-three years are almost exclusively under the name of Dandini, Crozza, X-Factor (ie the first x-factor I saw only "love" in these here *, the other two more to Morgan, although there were beautiful voices, but the fourth did not watch the ... cacangela! brrr)
However, the video of today is not among the names mentioned already but it goes back to my childhood, is the most cynical and ruthless that I know and I explain why I became Annabelle Gravenberg XD
directly away from the nineties ... Candy!
* skip the introduction and go well throughout the song, unfortunately my pc fight with youtube and are not able to find a better video -.-
Monday, June 28, 2010
Does Purple Wall Goes With Teal Curtains
the game: you went to school, you can count?
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favorite television program
Day 04 → Your favorite book Your favorite
Day 05 → 06 → Day shares
Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Come suggerisce il titolo il mio film preferito è I cento passi, che ho visto centinaia di volte e rivedrò still hundreds and hundreds of times \u0026lt;3 (and say that when they spent on TV the first time I did not want to see it ...)
But this is not the film I have chosen to remember the day I go Cinema and painting course that I followed the last year of high school, because it has totally changed the way I watch movies and also made me love things "weird" as a very old silent films, surrealist films (Un Chien Andalus * .*), or this, Cries and Whispers by Ingmar Bergman :
this film is very unique, hard to follow and even more to understand, especially knowing that somehow tells the story of the director, but I like, I'll be strange but it's one of those movies that I would see and rivedrei willingly. Kindly offered by
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favorite television program
Day 04 → Your favorite book Your favorite
Day 05 → 06 → Day shares
Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Come suggerisce il titolo il mio film preferito è I cento passi, che ho visto centinaia di volte e rivedrò still hundreds and hundreds of times \u0026lt;3 (and say that when they spent on TV the first time I did not want to see it ...)
But this is not the film I have chosen to remember the day I go Cinema and painting course that I followed the last year of high school, because it has totally changed the way I watch movies and also made me love things "weird" as a very old silent films, surrealist films (Un Chien Andalus * .*), or this, Cries and Whispers by Ingmar Bergman :
this film is very unique, hard to follow and even more to understand, especially knowing that somehow tells the story of the director, but I like, I'll be strange but it's one of those movies that I would see and rivedrei willingly. Kindly offered by
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Cartier Paris Quartz 20-61323
The Game: This is when I hurt
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ladyaika (the untrice) and kindly stolen from aramquaquartet (one infected)
Day Your favorite song 01 → 02 → Day
Your favorite movie Your favorite
Day 03 → Television Programs
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Well, I do not have a favorite song, I simply fixed periodically with a few songs and humming till you drop (of those who are with me).
The songs of the moment are:
Bluvertigo: unlimited space
Roberto Vecchioni: AR
Afterhours: Varanasy baby
and the establishment of today:
Baustelle: The song the reformatory
ladyaika (the untrice) and kindly stolen from aramquaquartet (one infected) Day Your favorite song 01 → 02 → Day
Your favorite movie Your favorite
Day 03 → Television Programs
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Well, I do not have a favorite song, I simply fixed periodically with a few songs and humming till you drop (of those who are with me).
The songs of the moment are:
Bluvertigo: unlimited space
Roberto Vecchioni: AR
Afterhours: Varanasy baby
and the establishment of today:
Baustelle: The song the reformatory
Friday, June 25, 2010
How The Vergina Looks
A promise is a promise UU
sister, one thing you must know about me is that I never let down a challenge, and that of a couple of nights ago is no exception.
You wanted to see David as you'd hoped?
I hope you will be shown in all its glory ... but if he had not. I invite you to read again every night before closing his eyes to the following celebration of its virtues:
It 's a brilliant and successful lawyer.
has a big heart: Vivian, Samuel Rowan and can testify.
His surreal humor is always capable of a laugh (do not tell me that the cat is red or the operation of the tonsils you have left us indifferent because there prey: P).
It 's the man who has perhaps done more to Vivian, and that you just can not deny.
Despite his hatred for cats Viv brought to see a litter of her own free will. If you do not call this goodness ...
Despite the hatred of the above has not yet abolished Seneca, which not only is the hairy rag Sam but you can compete with him for the affection of UU
Vivian Vivian is not the only one to enjoy the 'beneficial effect of God: how about Rowan and David attempt to make him happy? We must also remember that
with courage and coolness he confronted the shady characters who followed Rowan, also enable you to play as not to alarm the boy?
years are bearing the ravings of Samuel and selfishness, and just for that it deserves consideration. But such a consideration.
And to make matters worse, somehow loves him even though Sam will always before him the angelic hosts and the snow-capped mountains.
Not only that, but it protects, and defends him when you need it is also evil, but only for his own good.
E 'also succeeded where Raven and his mysticism failed: move something in the heart of Keith (and now do not say what will poor Keith, oh I'm scared for him .. . Bow to his superiority uu) .
Recent events show that manages to have pity for Carlos, and I want to emphasize Carlos .
Helene teaches also spat with him is a hoot.
E 'alone has a fan club, an anti-fan club and a catalog: If this is not exceptional ...
You can not set it aside: you can love and hate can never Essert indifferent.
Even those who hate him (and you're not the exception) at the bottom of the loves, and sometimes we may even children XD
(all references to wives or any deb is not entirely coincidental)
I think this very small list is enough to convert even the most ardent believers, but if it is not that they are always ready to update it, why not worship DioDavid enough.
(If this is the case then leaving for a crusade ... warn the followers ^ _ ^)
sister, one thing you must know about me is that I never let down a challenge, and that of a couple of nights ago is no exception.
You wanted to see David as you'd hoped?
I hope you will be shown in all its glory ... but if he had not. I invite you to read again every night before closing his eyes to the following celebration of its virtues:
It 's a brilliant and successful lawyer.
has a big heart: Vivian, Samuel Rowan and can testify.
His surreal humor is always capable of a laugh (do not tell me that the cat is red or the operation of the tonsils you have left us indifferent because there prey: P).
It 's the man who has perhaps done more to Vivian, and that you just can not deny.
Despite his hatred for cats Viv brought to see a litter of her own free will. If you do not call this goodness ...
Despite the hatred of the above has not yet abolished Seneca, which not only is the hairy rag Sam but you can compete with him for the affection of UU
Vivian Vivian is not the only one to enjoy the 'beneficial effect of God: how about Rowan and David attempt to make him happy? We must also remember that
with courage and coolness he confronted the shady characters who followed Rowan, also enable you to play as not to alarm the boy?
years are bearing the ravings of Samuel and selfishness, and just for that it deserves consideration. But such a consideration.
And to make matters worse, somehow loves him even though Sam will always before him the angelic hosts and the snow-capped mountains.
Not only that, but it protects, and defends him when you need it is also evil, but only for his own good.
E 'also succeeded where Raven and his mysticism failed: move something in the heart of Keith (and now do not say what will poor Keith, oh I'm scared for him .. . Bow to his superiority uu) .
Recent events show that manages to have pity for Carlos, and I want to emphasize Carlos .
Helene teaches also spat with him is a hoot.
E 'alone has a fan club, an anti-fan club and a catalog: If this is not exceptional ...
You can not set it aside: you can love and hate can never Essert indifferent.
Even those who hate him (and you're not the exception) at the bottom of the loves, and sometimes we may even children XD
(all references to wives or any deb is not entirely coincidental)
I think this very small list is enough to convert even the most ardent believers, but if it is not that they are always ready to update it, why not worship DioDavid enough.
(If this is the case then leaving for a crusade ... warn the followers ^ _ ^)
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Fingered And Infection
[FanFiction] Blinded I am and so are You - Missing Moment: Die Zwiebeln [PG]
Title: Die Zwiebeln
Author: Yulin
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Notes: Missing Moment Blinded I am and so are You
Summary: Tom not see us and not If that is the riding cookware and knives. We think Bill. Or at least try.
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Title: Die Zwiebeln
Author: Yulin
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Notes: Missing Moment Blinded I am and so are You
Summary: Tom not see us and not If that is the riding cookware and knives. We think Bill. Or at least try.
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Die Zwiebeln
And here I am.
Sitting in the kitchen listening to the tragedy of my brother who is ill arrabatta between the various pots in an attempt to cook something edible. That faithless to our mother went out to run errands, convinced that I can safely entrust the care of my brother.
Stunned! It was perhaps forgotten that the only here with a brain, and especially talented culinary, am I?
And I can not do nothing but sit cross-legged on a rocking chair waiting for the poison that will put an end to my sad and dark life.
SDLENG
"Ahio"
If before my brother will not put an end to his.
"Bill, are you okay?" I ask wearily for the tenth time in two minutes.
"Yes, yes, do not worry!"
noise of paper that is turned.
wrinkled her nose, annoyed. I am a big supporter of the recipes do it yourself, do not understand how my sister could betray this sacred way of life in favor of an ordinary cookbook.
"You'll see, I love it!" They all replied enthusiastically. "I'm not saying that I will be as good as mom, but I'm sure you'll get to the levels of Aunt Hilda. Then look closely for the last time he had even burn the roast and I do not understand how you could do such a thing. I mean, to mix the ingredients it takes some skill, in fact - that when I'm discovering that you have, anyway. Really, I trust your security as a cook, but perhaps, in this case, talent has kissed myself - but cooking, I say, is a question of timing. It 's like being late to an appointment, how do you? "
The flow of words makes me smile.
Bill has always been a big talker, but in these moments, I realize that speaks more to me than for himself. Knows how much I hate the moments of silence, what makes me feel disoriented. I never imagined how difficult it was to understand what's happening in the world, without being able to see.
But there is one thing that can not be waived.
"Hey! Go back a minute! I am the best at cooking. In no way whatsoever. "
" Ah! And what makes you think, (grace)? You've never tasted anything of mine. Me neither actually. But, anyway, if I ever left you was cooking for convenience only and in about an hour you shall have the proof! "
" You! Degenerate brother! Forget my sauce from here to eternity! "
" I forget the yes and will be superseded by this delight! Tsk! "
And suddenly the unexpected sound. One STLAC similar to latex pulled on the skin.
curious sniff the air around me and I have confirmation of what I feared.
"Bill, sorry if I have to question your culinary genius, but I do not think that latex is edible."
"What?"
"Latex! What has? "Now that I am the best cook in between the two there is no doubt but I thought - hoped - to feel very different smells in the kitchen.
few moments of stunned silence.
"I heard the noise and smell, Bill" I explain a bit 'impatiently.
It 'really annoying this thing of having to justify to the world all that I can imagine without the view. It 's like everyone else was inconceivable to understand something without seeing it, and, despite days now, I'm trying to make them understand the other hand, systematically fall for it. It 'a reflex. It 's like the look of amazement that I see - I saw - on the people when Bill and I say something at the same time. All there to wonder twin powers. As if they had not ever say something in sync with a person they know very well.
People are stupid, here.
Regardless of evidence, always wants to believe - or disbelieve - in what she wants.
"Oh, these! - Finally deigns to clarify - are used to protect the nails! "
I conclude that "They" he meant the gloves. He wrinkled his nose and I'm leaving with a chef's Pippone purist sense the importance of consistency of food through the hands and the pleasure that you should try when handling the ingredients when, fortunately, I chilled the bud by an image block .
that I spit in disgust pieces of black painted nails scattered everywhere in the pot.
"Good idea" I nod with conviction.
"I know." Returned even more convinced.
sound of something being cut. Penetrating odor and sweet onions I'd say.
My brother with a knife in his hand.
The disturbing thing is that they have become blind to their own imagination you can still see very vivid images.
And now I see blood on his fingers everywhere and onions.
The blind and the maimed: I resign myself to the idea of changing the name of our group "Lourdes Hospital."
"UAAARGGGHHH!"
Shit, I did not think really happened! "Bill! What is wrong? "I ask, in a panic.
I try to get up from his chair, but I have not the faintest idea where my brother. I meeting to turn on myself like an idiot. "Bill?"
"Oh God help me Tom! I do not see more "desperate chirping.
To which I place on ice. "You're kidding?" I ask in a voice stone.
"No! It makes me very badly! "I'm running to my left, then to my right, and then I hear a lot of noise stuff fall to the ground.
At that point I also begin to move somewhere, somehow hoping to cross
"Bill? But what happened? "I ask for more and more worried.
I stumble into something soft, moving and, I assume, would be my brother sitting on the floor. I lowered myself and try to embrace both in a panic.
The result is a slap her on my neck and my football at a point not clearly identified but he does moan offended.
"Ok! Fermi, "cried impatiently.
put his hands forward in a more delicate and, once reached his body, groping for an idea of exactly what I'm tapping and my position in relation to him, in a gesture that I know now rather family. I feel the soft fingers of my brother do the same thing about me. In a gesture far from family and that gives me pleasant chills as inappropriate. Thank heaven that my brother does not see us at the time.
Finally, once you have framed more or less where they are and how you put my body, I literally throws herself at him.
"Ouch! Bill "I start to complain, but I remain petrified her face sinking feeling in my neck.
E 'wet: she is crying. Indeed, it is ten minutes on this part that does nothing but complain.
I let my hands down his back, hoping to calm him down a bit 'and to be able to make him talk.
"It makes you so bad? But what happened? "
Between sobs and another can perceive only one word:" Onions! "
" Please? "
" burn. I knew that I had it done to you. Basically you would not change anything. "
grant all the calm of this world, my brother grabbed me by the shoulders and carry it in front. I admit that the final effect with your eyes blindfolded, could not be much, but it is the concept that counts.
"Bill."
"Yes?"
"Fuck!"
Concluding Remarks author: So, needless to say I adore Blind.
But no! Ricordiamocelo everyone: Blind is adorable for the idea, for the chosen point of view, as it is written, for the characterization of the characters, the rhythms, stamp and Kasimir well, here!
It 's a fanfiction that remains inside, and it continues to think even after reading it. Even while cutting onions.
Hence, this idiocy. It 's a fic fluff without much effect, but at least I hope it is pleasing to the author of Blind (yes, because I have already GNEP said XD!)
And here I am.
Sitting in the kitchen listening to the tragedy of my brother who is ill arrabatta between the various pots in an attempt to cook something edible. That faithless to our mother went out to run errands, convinced that I can safely entrust the care of my brother.
Stunned! It was perhaps forgotten that the only here with a brain, and especially talented culinary, am I?
And I can not do nothing but sit cross-legged on a rocking chair waiting for the poison that will put an end to my sad and dark life.
SDLENG
"Ahio"
If before my brother will not put an end to his.
"Bill, are you okay?" I ask wearily for the tenth time in two minutes.
"Yes, yes, do not worry!"
noise of paper that is turned.
wrinkled her nose, annoyed. I am a big supporter of the recipes do it yourself, do not understand how my sister could betray this sacred way of life in favor of an ordinary cookbook.
"You'll see, I love it!" They all replied enthusiastically. "I'm not saying that I will be as good as mom, but I'm sure you'll get to the levels of Aunt Hilda. Then look closely for the last time he had even burn the roast and I do not understand how you could do such a thing. I mean, to mix the ingredients it takes some skill, in fact - that when I'm discovering that you have, anyway. Really, I trust your security as a cook, but perhaps, in this case, talent has kissed myself - but cooking, I say, is a question of timing. It 's like being late to an appointment, how do you? "
The flow of words makes me smile.
Bill has always been a big talker, but in these moments, I realize that speaks more to me than for himself. Knows how much I hate the moments of silence, what makes me feel disoriented. I never imagined how difficult it was to understand what's happening in the world, without being able to see.
But there is one thing that can not be waived.
"Hey! Go back a minute! I am the best at cooking. In no way whatsoever. "
" Ah! And what makes you think, (grace)? You've never tasted anything of mine. Me neither actually. But, anyway, if I ever left you was cooking for convenience only and in about an hour you shall have the proof! "
" You! Degenerate brother! Forget my sauce from here to eternity! "
" I forget the yes and will be superseded by this delight! Tsk! "
And suddenly the unexpected sound. One STLAC similar to latex pulled on the skin.
curious sniff the air around me and I have confirmation of what I feared.
"Bill, sorry if I have to question your culinary genius, but I do not think that latex is edible."
"What?"
"Latex! What has? "Now that I am the best cook in between the two there is no doubt but I thought - hoped - to feel very different smells in the kitchen.
few moments of stunned silence.
"I heard the noise and smell, Bill" I explain a bit 'impatiently.
It 'really annoying this thing of having to justify to the world all that I can imagine without the view. It 's like everyone else was inconceivable to understand something without seeing it, and, despite days now, I'm trying to make them understand the other hand, systematically fall for it. It 'a reflex. It 's like the look of amazement that I see - I saw - on the people when Bill and I say something at the same time. All there to wonder twin powers. As if they had not ever say something in sync with a person they know very well.
People are stupid, here.
Regardless of evidence, always wants to believe - or disbelieve - in what she wants.
"Oh, these! - Finally deigns to clarify - are used to protect the nails! "
I conclude that "They" he meant the gloves. He wrinkled his nose and I'm leaving with a chef's Pippone purist sense the importance of consistency of food through the hands and the pleasure that you should try when handling the ingredients when, fortunately, I chilled the bud by an image block .
that I spit in disgust pieces of black painted nails scattered everywhere in the pot.
"Good idea" I nod with conviction.
"I know." Returned even more convinced.
sound of something being cut. Penetrating odor and sweet onions I'd say.
My brother with a knife in his hand.
The disturbing thing is that they have become blind to their own imagination you can still see very vivid images.
And now I see blood on his fingers everywhere and onions.
The blind and the maimed: I resign myself to the idea of changing the name of our group "Lourdes Hospital."
"UAAARGGGHHH!"
Shit, I did not think really happened! "Bill! What is wrong? "I ask, in a panic.
I try to get up from his chair, but I have not the faintest idea where my brother. I meeting to turn on myself like an idiot. "Bill?"
"Oh God help me Tom! I do not see more "desperate chirping.
To which I place on ice. "You're kidding?" I ask in a voice stone.
"No! It makes me very badly! "I'm running to my left, then to my right, and then I hear a lot of noise stuff fall to the ground.
At that point I also begin to move somewhere, somehow hoping to cross
"Bill? But what happened? "I ask for more and more worried.
I stumble into something soft, moving and, I assume, would be my brother sitting on the floor. I lowered myself and try to embrace both in a panic.
The result is a slap her on my neck and my football at a point not clearly identified but he does moan offended.
"Ok! Fermi, "cried impatiently.
put his hands forward in a more delicate and, once reached his body, groping for an idea of exactly what I'm tapping and my position in relation to him, in a gesture that I know now rather family. I feel the soft fingers of my brother do the same thing about me. In a gesture far from family and that gives me pleasant chills as inappropriate. Thank heaven that my brother does not see us at the time.
Finally, once you have framed more or less where they are and how you put my body, I literally throws herself at him.
"Ouch! Bill "I start to complain, but I remain petrified her face sinking feeling in my neck.
E 'wet: she is crying. Indeed, it is ten minutes on this part that does nothing but complain.
I let my hands down his back, hoping to calm him down a bit 'and to be able to make him talk.
"It makes you so bad? But what happened? "
Between sobs and another can perceive only one word:" Onions! "
" Please? "
" burn. I knew that I had it done to you. Basically you would not change anything. "
grant all the calm of this world, my brother grabbed me by the shoulders and carry it in front. I admit that the final effect with your eyes blindfolded, could not be much, but it is the concept that counts.
"Bill."
"Yes?"
"Fuck!"
Concluding Remarks author: So, needless to say I adore Blind.
But no! Ricordiamocelo everyone: Blind is adorable for the idea, for the chosen point of view, as it is written, for the characterization of the characters, the rhythms, stamp and Kasimir well, here!
It 's a fanfiction that remains inside, and it continues to think even after reading it. Even while cutting onions.
Hence, this idiocy. It 's a fic fluff without much effect, but at least I hope it is pleasing to the author of Blind (yes, because I have already GNEP said XD!)
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Personal Letter Clothing Store
[fanfiction] Playing the Angel-Oneshot - [Rating] PG
Title: Playing the Angel
Author: Yulin
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Summary: "And then slowly I realized one important thing: it was not only the approval of adults to gratify:
I liked to take care of Tom. "
Title: Playing the Angel
Author: Yulin
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Summary: "And then slowly I realized one important thing: it was not only the approval of adults to gratify:
I liked to take care of Tom. "
Disclaimers: The Kaulitz twins are not my own. But, should never be sold, I will gladly buy them, here ^ ^
Everything I write is pure work of fiction.
Playing the Angel
When Tom was young, had a real propensity for getting into trouble.
was the classic boy you wondered how he managed to get to five years.
What was not enough to bring the hand to see the flame burning, had to put it in just to see what would happen.
What you shut in cupboards and we slept inside, oblivious to the air that was missing, or in a bathtub was always trying to exceed the limit of apnea, at the risk of being burned his lungs.
I still remember with horror the time I decided to climb onto the roof to save a kitten found themselves all and two (cat and baby) to complain about in a desperate corner of the roof.
how it was possible that our mother had a heart attack is God only knows.
Not to mention the time and swallowed whole handfuls of mud, pretending it was the chocolate that my mother forbade us to punishment.
Perhaps it may seem presumptuous on my part (after all they tell me that many in the presumption is my fatal flaw), but I am convinced that if my brother has come down is just about my adolescence.
do not know if we are temperamentally very different or if I was just a reaction to his exuberant behavior: after all, to think of it, be constantly confused with another person can be really annoying, especially if you are self-centered.
fact, come to think of even better, the behavior of my brother could be read as a way to draw attention to himself.
Anyway, I loved being the perfect child, a small English lord. What
replace the toys, which never gets dirty, playing to do housework and composed even in the toy car sat
dell'autoscontro, doing everything to avoid the other cars. And perfect
good brother watched Tom, shook his head disapprovingly and air of superiority and systematically pulled him out of trouble in which he had kicked before it was too dangerous for him.
was my half, by God, I could not allow me to remain incomplete for a small defect in cell division that had deprived him of most of the neurons and all the way to survive.
And then slowly I realized something important: it was not only the approval of adults to gratify:
I liked to take care of Tom.
I like take care of Tom.
Even now, it finally came out with only two childhood lavage in assets, has continued to slip all kinds of crap in your mouth.
The problem is that now the junk is junk food and especially a large amount of alcohol. The
that allows it to be even more stupid than it already is and hunt in situations in the surreal.
I recovered that pissing on rugs convinced that they were toilets, I have recovered when it has climbed on the roof (again) to howl at the moon, when I recovered very unsavory types were dragging him into an orgy.
And he, watching them with eyes wide open, without understanding what they wanted.
Basically I was the one female, no? Vaglielo to explain that because adolescent boy, very cute, and most rotten drunk, was attractive to them as an oasis in the desert for a missing.
's just that has no sense of danger, and for that I'm there, always behind him, always protect him.
When the girls give me the angel, what you do not know is that I am a guardian angel.
And now here I am, to put a fresh patch on the forehead after yet another drunken, amorous escape after another, after another sneak through the back window.
The day the staff will know of them they will leak out, I know. And I
opinions in front of him to take the blows for him, I also know this.
E 'that I can not do anything, it seems almost to have a maternal instinct with him.
's so cute.
I look at rest with eyes closed, lying broken and lost in his clothes, with a stupid smile on my face and all her hair spread on the pillow.
I can not help but keep thinking.
And, right now, I can not help but to tell him.
But I lean on him, and him only whisper to your ear, because a little 'I feel stupid and do not want to hear the sound of my voice when I tell him.
"You're really cute, you know?"
"Vain"
alone I realize that I put the pout. It is not true. I mean, yes, yes, but this is not the case.
For a twin no one else in the world is more than its twin. Why do you pass every single day of their lives to look deep in a continuous game of "find the similarities and differences."
And Tom is not 'like me AT ALL.
I am that good, he is cute.
There, now I may seem cocky, but instead I only told the truth.
I have the finest features, eyes larger, more fleshy mouth. I have the moves of course the most elegant, and above all do not have a piercing stupid grin on his lips that makes me more than smile and take away all the symmetry of my face.
symmetry is equivalent to beauty right? So I am beautiful. But he is
really nice.
Even now. Even with the flap at the mouth.
stroked his forehead, and lose myself once again watching it. He has the most features round, almost childish.
And then, when it moves, Caracalla in an almost clumsy. Buffa.
It plays to the great man when he can not even face the people when he speaks.
I love being on show and maybe he'd love to, but the reality is that it is so shy he laughs every time he sings the frame.
And every time I think about it, I repeat: this is the cutest thing that ever happened to me before.
Basically I'm really lucky: the thing I like most in the world is also one that is closer to me.
author notes: Please take my word, this is a twincest. E 'born to be, what the heck!, And Tom was born to be a uke in which, for once, Bill does not end up being a troione.
It would also have to be a final kiss scene, but as it happens more often now, after writing the last sentence * indicates that you see up there with the little finger * I said to myself: "Ok, but to tell the true I said everything I wanted to say. "
Try to forgive me: I did not force myself to write something that I was afraid it might seem stuck at random.
So forgive me for the fic with the lowest rating that has ever been published, and vogliatemi some 'good for puccioneria I tried to put on this.
Ah, right! Yulin * singsong voice *: The title is taken from the name of a Depeche Mode album.
not doing it on purpose, I swear, but every time I think of a title I echo the words of evil head in Martin and I always simply perfect.
Ah, as usual, thank you for Tab betaggio ^ ^
Everything I write is pure work of fiction.
Playing the Angel
When Tom was young, had a real propensity for getting into trouble.
was the classic boy you wondered how he managed to get to five years.
What was not enough to bring the hand to see the flame burning, had to put it in just to see what would happen.
What you shut in cupboards and we slept inside, oblivious to the air that was missing, or in a bathtub was always trying to exceed the limit of apnea, at the risk of being burned his lungs.
I still remember with horror the time I decided to climb onto the roof to save a kitten found themselves all and two (cat and baby) to complain about in a desperate corner of the roof.
how it was possible that our mother had a heart attack is God only knows.
Not to mention the time and swallowed whole handfuls of mud, pretending it was the chocolate that my mother forbade us to punishment.
Perhaps it may seem presumptuous on my part (after all they tell me that many in the presumption is my fatal flaw), but I am convinced that if my brother has come down is just about my adolescence.
do not know if we are temperamentally very different or if I was just a reaction to his exuberant behavior: after all, to think of it, be constantly confused with another person can be really annoying, especially if you are self-centered.
fact, come to think of even better, the behavior of my brother could be read as a way to draw attention to himself.
Anyway, I loved being the perfect child, a small English lord. What
replace the toys, which never gets dirty, playing to do housework and composed even in the toy car sat
dell'autoscontro, doing everything to avoid the other cars. And perfect
good brother watched Tom, shook his head disapprovingly and air of superiority and systematically pulled him out of trouble in which he had kicked before it was too dangerous for him.
was my half, by God, I could not allow me to remain incomplete for a small defect in cell division that had deprived him of most of the neurons and all the way to survive.
And then slowly I realized something important: it was not only the approval of adults to gratify:
I liked to take care of Tom.
I like take care of Tom.
Even now, it finally came out with only two childhood lavage in assets, has continued to slip all kinds of crap in your mouth.
The problem is that now the junk is junk food and especially a large amount of alcohol. The
that allows it to be even more stupid than it already is and hunt in situations in the surreal.
I recovered that pissing on rugs convinced that they were toilets, I have recovered when it has climbed on the roof (again) to howl at the moon, when I recovered very unsavory types were dragging him into an orgy.
And he, watching them with eyes wide open, without understanding what they wanted.
Basically I was the one female, no? Vaglielo to explain that because adolescent boy, very cute, and most rotten drunk, was attractive to them as an oasis in the desert for a missing.
's just that has no sense of danger, and for that I'm there, always behind him, always protect him.
When the girls give me the angel, what you do not know is that I am a guardian angel.
And now here I am, to put a fresh patch on the forehead after yet another drunken, amorous escape after another, after another sneak through the back window.
The day the staff will know of them they will leak out, I know. And I
opinions in front of him to take the blows for him, I also know this.
E 'that I can not do anything, it seems almost to have a maternal instinct with him.
's so cute.
I look at rest with eyes closed, lying broken and lost in his clothes, with a stupid smile on my face and all her hair spread on the pillow.
I can not help but keep thinking.
And, right now, I can not help but to tell him.
But I lean on him, and him only whisper to your ear, because a little 'I feel stupid and do not want to hear the sound of my voice when I tell him.
"You're really cute, you know?"
"Vain"
alone I realize that I put the pout. It is not true. I mean, yes, yes, but this is not the case.
For a twin no one else in the world is more than its twin. Why do you pass every single day of their lives to look deep in a continuous game of "find the similarities and differences."
And Tom is not 'like me AT ALL.
I am that good, he is cute.
There, now I may seem cocky, but instead I only told the truth.
I have the finest features, eyes larger, more fleshy mouth. I have the moves of course the most elegant, and above all do not have a piercing stupid grin on his lips that makes me more than smile and take away all the symmetry of my face.
symmetry is equivalent to beauty right? So I am beautiful. But he is
really nice.
Even now. Even with the flap at the mouth.
stroked his forehead, and lose myself once again watching it. He has the most features round, almost childish.
And then, when it moves, Caracalla in an almost clumsy. Buffa.
It plays to the great man when he can not even face the people when he speaks.
I love being on show and maybe he'd love to, but the reality is that it is so shy he laughs every time he sings the frame.
And every time I think about it, I repeat: this is the cutest thing that ever happened to me before.
Basically I'm really lucky: the thing I like most in the world is also one that is closer to me.
author notes: Please take my word, this is a twincest. E 'born to be, what the heck!, And Tom was born to be a uke in which, for once, Bill does not end up being a troione.
It would also have to be a final kiss scene, but as it happens more often now, after writing the last sentence * indicates that you see up there with the little finger * I said to myself: "Ok, but to tell the true I said everything I wanted to say. "
Try to forgive me: I did not force myself to write something that I was afraid it might seem stuck at random.
So forgive me for the fic with the lowest rating that has ever been published, and vogliatemi some 'good for puccioneria I tried to put on this.
Ah, right! Yulin * singsong voice *: The title is taken from the name of a Depeche Mode album.
not doing it on purpose, I swear, but every time I think of a title I echo the words of evil head in Martin and I always simply perfect.
Ah, as usual, thank you for Tab betaggio ^ ^
Friday, January 8, 2010
Fixing Truck Tool Box Locks
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We've recently got the chance to ask a few questions to Avelina about her photography, her music career and, of course, about our beloved HIM.She's gonna be shooting HIM at The Forum, Sidney, next Febraury. She's super friendly and really nice and her work deserves a lot of support. Kindest person ever.
You can read our interview, followinf the link below.
http://www.heartagram.it/sito/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=466:-avelina-de-moray-the-gothic-heart-of-photography-&catid=65:le-nostre-interviste&Itemid=70
</a> We've recently got the chance to ask a few questions to Avelina about her photography, her music career and, of course, about our beloved HIM.She's gonna be shooting HIM at The Forum, Sidney, next Febraury. She's super friendly and really nice and her work deserves a lot of support. Kindest person ever.
You can read our interview, followinf the link below.
http://www.heartagram.it/sito/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=466:-avelina-de-moray-the-gothic-heart-of-photography-&catid=65:le-nostre-interviste&Itemid=70
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