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We always step ahead. E 'in the center. And when we step, which is in the car, on foot or by bike, I pretend not to see or if I look at it, take me wrong. I set foot there since 12. December. 2007. But it is always the same. The large wooden door scraped. The windows of the gazebo. The stone stairway, smooth, smooth and consumed. High ceilings. The muffled sounds and murmurs under the fund. Objectively, it is not just a nice place. A little 'decadent and somewhat' bohemian. The garden is like who knows if I left. From the outside can not see it, if you're not professionals, just do not know, do not you just dream that within all that there is also a garden, the glass opaque and full of clapping, the flagstone floors and classrooms, but many still have too few.

University.

At this time I had already finished. Should I have my beautiful and triumphant piece of paper hung in plain sight in your living room. I probably would not be helped. I'd probably also to the PC, maybe in a studio to do practicum, underpaid for 12 hours a day. Certainly I would be proud of myself. No, and I know I'll never know.

I know that I have chosen differently. I took the easy way out, I dropped everything and I got carried away by events. I adapted to the life he has chosen for me and I stopped to decide, to plan, thinking only of me.

But then, somewhere there is still me, there are still things I can do and above all there are still those that I already have. There are those who tell you that it is never too late to start and then there are things that change. Things that do not come back like before, but always changing and sometimes, just as you would like.

in full sail with the wind behind it can no longer live scuse.Però devrei I do not know what to do, to go or who picked up a bit as muovermi.Ho 'imagination, a little' strengths and some 'courage. I picked up a little 'healthy selfishness and I am determined.

I rewrite the university.

Upload I introduce myself as a rocket on the ground floor of the University station. Through the front door with a room feeling in my knees, I keep my eyes down and pray in turkish not to meet anyone who knows me completely. I do not want to talk to anyone or give explanations to anyone, are gone overnight from those corridors and I really do not like to say how and when to anyone. Then maybe I do not rewrite, which I have fallen all the tests already done and I'm not going to start all over again. Put that the survey does a bang, not make it. Put that there are problems. No better not to meet anyone.

I go straight to voicemail. The Beer garden is strangely deserted, and I find that coming soon? What the Students that time has changed from March 1, is closed. And the site did not say. And the site was not updated. And I went up to it at all. This is a sign. What the fuck. Ok, it means not to be done. Never mind.

University of cabbage, I come to join and you make me find the office closed.

Then, fate, events and everything around us lose out a hand and are just there this morning. In front of the University. I look at him. Maybe I look a moment to see if it is open. I look only if there is a row, walk away. I look. It is open. There is no row. Vado.

There is a lady so low that as soon as I can see it from the window of the door. He is kind and tells me everything I need to hear. She gives me advice and tells me to return in late summer. That everything is in order and that in September "you can get back on track." So I said, you can get back on track, like a car that went off the road and time begins to run.

I went out by the University with a stupid smile and 3000 thoughts. Actually I have not concluded anything, I could still draw back, but I will not, back in late summer and I subscribe for sure. I would like to meet someone and say "hey you know that since September, I go back?", "You know that from September back on track? It is not to say, I'll seriously. "I have not met anyone.

I called a friend who told me "you're crazy, good cross," and then another that said "you're great, you can do it!" Balancing the 50 to 50 my fears and my expectations . And I'm telling you. And then I'm saying to myself like a mantra to catalyze all the necessary strength to believe more and more. It begins again. Not like 3 years ago, more than 3 years ago. It begins again.

Ps: We take advantage of the bridge this weekend and we go along in Emilia Romagna to eat gnocchi, and tortellini tigelle good, so good party unity at all and do not forget to wave strong flags to celebrate!

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Things never seen.

I saw men with their pipes and boys with the keffiyeh. I saw women and female students in the fur parka. I saw mothers with children dressed as Italy. And grandmothers who, with thick glasses and skin off, but with your brain turned on. Brothers of Italy. I saw a flag, our long, long, full of us, we do not want us to kill the thought. There was the school, there were women, were the workers and the unemployed, there were business people and retirees, was Italy. Italy has awoken. Italy defending itself, defending its security and wants the facts and not jerking off. Italy who wants to return and walk with their legs, which wants to change direction, tired of being pushed strongly toward the abyss deeper disguised as just change.

I was in the square and then it was gone.

I was in the dark in a small room, small, with a small black bench. A voice, a woman, has a beautiful voice. I take off my shoes and little support on the bench. The floor is not a real floor. It is smooth, is black, it's cold. There are two doors, narrow and long, all black. It 's all black. The voice tells me to enter the right door. I am alone. There is silence.

Another room. A stool, red, small, and many small blue tiles. There is a tub, one that my grandmother used to swim with my father when he was little. A tin tub full of water, with a yellow rubber Paparella. On land there is the bell. The bell that drew on the road in front of the house with pieces of plaster of the houses under construction. This is done with the stones, all made clear, precise one after another. The water in the tub moves, makes noise is a regular drop falling from a tap not shut properly, but there are no taps.

But how beautiful daughters madame doré, but how many beautiful daughters. I want to marry madame doré, I want to marry ... are no longer alone, there are two children playing. They are the children of the woodcutter. I follow them and are on the edge of the woods. I sit under a tree and fall asleep. When I wake up, it's almost dark. There's just me. It smells of wood, wet wood, there is no smell at night, waiting for someone, but no one came. It's like a little house in the park, small ones for children, those in which I was hiding by the door is too small to go that low I have to bend. My feet make no noise, crush the dried leaves and are rolling stones. My feet hurt when I crush the stones. There are so many trees, the wind gets up and begins to sway and make noise. There are the sounds of the night and I can not go back. Walk between the trees and among the noises of the night. Then a distant light. A house.

It smells good, sweet. The house is made of biscuit, I get to taste it is sweet. I feel like a fairy tale of the Brothers Grimm . I look a bit 'and then later. The smell is good. I start to get astride and walk on all fours. There are lots of bones piled up here and there. It smells of burning flesh. There is a dark, narrow and long. There is a cage. Is anybody. He has bad feet, ankles swollen and deformed fingers. The skin is yellow es'intravedono lumpy blue veins. I called, looking for me but I do not see, I hid well. It makes a bad laugh, mouth open and then open all to see if the oven is ready. They feel the wood logs that crackle.

and shoulders, that's when I decide and push her and she falls into. Burn in the oven and makes the same noise when the logs burn.

There is nothing left. A pile of ashes. A shoe crush. Dentures. Nails. The rolling pin that had burned in half apron. A memory.

I wake up. I must be dreaming.

am, where I fell asleep. I'm at the theater expecting to see a show called HG. They are without shoes.
Where are my shoes?
I find them on a small black bench. I put them. One hurts. There is a stone inside.
I have a rock in your shoe!

... I have left Hansel and Gretel .... He says a woman's voice. A beautiful voice.

The show is over, the show was me.

Theatres settlements. Nine rooms to cross, a voice that guides you, revisited a story, a mystical path between reality and fiction, between childhood and adulthood, between fear and dream and you're the protagonist.

Last night he was theater HG Trickster. ( what HG )

I saw many beautiful things yesterday. Things never seen before.

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My pediatrician is a genius.

the frog from Porto pediatrician. I

why you have written somewhere that my pediatrician is a very "bung, bung" style. I think the girls would come to the right of "dell'orgettina. Necklines, and not exaggerated bursts there are sincere and began to have suspicions that he does what he does on merit and nothing else. She is one of mutual and I go there only for a medical opinion, rarely seen on his care, and only when its pulling me a little, pay the cinquantone cool to the pediatrician in private.

"Hello Doctor"

"oh hi, lady are you okay?"
the assumption that if all went well I would not be here ...
"not really, the frog has a cough and smeared the eyes morning "
" Well, let's see, put it on the table "
hum! bronchi are free ... "
"fiuuu"
"it has a little sore throat"
"that I had also understood by me"
"the eyes is all ok, it was a stroke of air"
- but it should be? -
"Well lady, the girl is relatively well and truly I say to continue only with the nasal wash"
"nothing, I know for a cough?"
"but, no, there's no need, as I said is fine, but certainly not now know, tomorrow it could also come to her fever! "
" how, please? "
" and some lady! If you are now out and the child takes cold tomorrow it could also have a fever! "
o_O!

Congratulations!
is the genius of Pediatrics, I present to you, my Pediatr candidatela well in the Nobel Prize for Medicine. Then you say that some people should not kicking ass!
Maybe if I take you to control the child is because I do not want that it be a fever, right?

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obvious, but maybe not.

Maroni Fried Green. At 9:00 in the morning.

On the table there is a new issue of the magazine with which I am working. As soon as I leave open the brackets, I will infumi the brain and I can not see. The member who had read it before me, covered with croissant and cappuccino trying to mediate the hot climate. With the cap in one hand and croissant in the other, I begin to meditate revenge. I can not do anything else. Leave mail in bursts. My thirst for revenge is not quenched, but I have to blanch them, so I decided to do a tour of the beautician. The method of the drives out, always works. Replace thoughts with annoying pain to eradicate. What better way to cool the blood, if do not gossip and talk about anything to the sound of tearing the net and decided that with the agitation also take away layers of skin. Therapeutic, I swear, better than sitting by a shrink. And then nothing, I preclude putting the cream but my skin has something to fish that I do not understand and is so determined to peel like crazy. The forced substitution of unhappy thoughts with useless thoughts and practice to be explored.

When I get home, glabrous and satisfied, regardless of the shit that there might be around 12 o'clock, and the frog just woke up and the member 14 should go away. The fridge is crying, because I have been shopping and I do not know when I can, because a little 'I forget, a bit 'and annoys me a bit' I do not find the right time. In most desperately wanted chef, to cook because I want to, zero.

There is a carrot, ugly and lean, which tells me: "cucinami, cucinami, cucinami please do not leave me to rot in here." Next there is a zucchini, younger, but on the same street of the sunset and a can of tomato in half, that if I do not throw it away out today. Stop. Browse the freezer and digging up a box of peas. I turned the room with the nice green beads frozen, but I was too sorry for the carrot that I begged for mercy and her friend zucchini. Strength and courage.

Nothing I have picked out of the fridge, the vegetables spinsters, I washed and made into small pieces, small, small, and put together a handful of peas and a tiny peak in a potato chip nice pan from the golden background of olive oil. After a minute I thought I could feel a warm in there and poured a glass of water. The vegetables to soak, heated in the whirlpool have made friends and have invented a fantastic soup easy. The smell was good only had a little bronzer, too prone to white, so the half can of tomato sauce was invited the beach party and has given an unexpected final touch of respect. Combined with the pasta lunch, a little 'nerds, it was good, but most of all I turned a 15-minute clock.

Why this post? No, only the clearest proof that even when it seems that there's nothing left to do, that the way forward seems to be one, if you look at the goods and sharp wit, an alternative is always the obvious.

Night people.

Song: Talking Heads - Sax & Violins

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Life, blogs, and women

I did not write. I have not written for a week.

Pardon me but the fact is I have a good life out here, pretty busy I binds the heart and soul. I binds mainly to the fact that after a week at home for the antibiotic, the frog is still here, because there are carnival festivities and decided to close the nursery. In 10 days that there are todo make between the puzzle, memory and Dido. In addition, thanks to the fine weather of crap that is rampant today awoke with all eyes smeared, then I wonder, despite living in the house are plugged, how the heck do you cool?. In short, we have not yet returned to the nursery that we are back and sickly with snot nose.

Duenna understand then that a ubiquitous, always nice and updated a blog is a luxury hard to afford. Why keep a blog is a wicked thing. Transform your life. Suddenly you begin to turn everything in post, like alchemy transforms metals. And I know you find yourself at a funeral, and instead to participate in the pain and cry and shake hands and eat handkerchiefs, it happens that you're already turning everything you see, in a post. In your head, instead of the coffin, the priest and purple velvet curtains, already see the blogger page and think punctuation. E ' delusional practice.

But today I have stolen 10 minutes and I am writing to wish you good Women's Day. No controversy, no feminism, just a sincere wish. Also because your head is not in a post to tell you all the things I is combining the Frog in this forced cohabitation and vacuum. She became a great, great things to say and that sometimes it is disconcerting that the notes left speechless. He also morality and a moralist in the house you recommend.

Ok, I'm leaving this afternoon to the streets for a good cause, (if not now when?) to brave the cold Siberian and rush hour traffic, but it's for a good cause then you can do, instead of programs you have? Please do yourself a favor to all womankind, boycotted those confusing nights based Streap and gigolo and rather Set aside a regular time of happiness ...

Good party, woman!

Song: Woman - John Lennon

ps: thanks to all those who have kept us company on this morning mammeinradio.it, was really nice and funny, as soon as you place the available podcast of the episode. thanks again, you're fantastic.

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Two days of vomiting for her.

Two days of vomiting for me.

For a change, the virus indiscriminately in fashion lately.

Then let's start with the antibiotic, vomiting and finally removes the noise, we start to eat like normal people and not like the birds and the worst seems past. I say apparently because the light of day if everything is nice and quiet in the shadow of the moon all hell breaks loose. Like vampires, c'avete this right? Where's My Car Day, monstrous night. If all day the frog is a fairly healthy little girl, at night is the quintessence of the chronically ill. Do not have time to take the supine cough breaks out. In a previous life must have been a wolf or a dog or a seal, however, an animal by toward terrifying. A cough so persistent and so damn annoying, and it really made me regret the first few months, which was enough to reattach to the roof to sleep. Something like 10 per night awakenings, the order of one every fifteen minutes, if I was okay, otherwise a fit of coughing lasted quite ten minutes where I felt suffocated immediately. Poor soul.

Now you can understand that not sleeping for a while ', has its implications. Throbbing headache, those who a steam locomotive is making the tour of the brain. Slow reflexes, loss of sense of time, anywhere is the right place and right time to go to sleep and nerves on edge.

Then there are the unsolicited advice. You said to the pediatrician? Why not go the other pediatrician? but by the duty doctor is not there the little girl we want to? but a package of sprouts each in your home right? Then comes the clever joke. But why not see on the Internet?

Assuming that a diagnosis on the Internet is the most you can do wrong, have you ever tried to type in "cough" or "fever" google? On the second link you are one step away from the grave or some particularly rare disease Stano has possessed you.

However, with the eyelid gate, the receptivity of a hamster brain and cloned into standby last night waking up to yet, I have entrusted to the great oracle of knowledge. google. As I imagined, I found everything and nothing, in the sense that we talked about everything except for what I need. A tiny little trafilino caught my attention, something that has nothing to do but which I had fallen on the eye, there's been so quick to not even remember where I read it, but I was impressed.

Honey. Someone somewhere suggested a teaspoon of honey before going to bed to relieve cough at night. If you know who said it and where I might have read it, know that I could sanctify him. the fourth sleepless night honey saved me. n simple, small teaspoon of honey. I knew I did good and varied stuff, but it was not so special, passes through the throat, but what is the cough was a successful discovery.

contrary to basic rules of dental hygiene, a tablespoon of honey and the frog has rediscovered the pleasure of sleep without coughing. It also signed.

all? yes, that's all, it worked for tonight and I really responded and everything ok, except that I should take advantage and run to bed and instead I'm here.

What would we do without google?

ps: Please note that this is the first post I'm writing straight from my new mac.

Fantastic, is that we still do not believe it. E 'come so unexpected that it seems to me not true. I guess I'll take it to bed with me tonight, provided that the member does not become jealous and decides to recover back the gift. but how did I live without mac right now? the famous questions of life to which I will not I answered.

good night's sleep at all.

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About 24 hours ago we took to the track with the intestinal virus. We're still dancing, non stop, 24 to this part and I really am a bit 'tired.

I'm tired because last night I did not sleep a wink, I'm tired tonight so probably will not close an eye. I'm tired because I have the stench of vomit that haunts me every where, I have a shower twice but still smell of cheese expired. All undeterred in the house still smells like cheese expired. I'm tired because the vomiting has literally shattered the Maronites.

hath been presented yesterday evening at the table for dinner. So, no one had asked, with the triumphal entry of the typical hero and yet he has not tired of keeping us in check. All ready to shoot, with the basins in the holsters, ready to catch the vomit, vomiting beaks before us.

In two and a half years of Mom, I'm used to many things. I'm used to shit trasbordante from everywhere. I'm used to the snot smeared on the hands, face and kitchen cabinets. I'm used to "burp" to be a longshoreman in the petition by the deadly stench. But no vomiting, vomiting not do it just to get used to. A vision that devastates me and a smell that haunts me.

I have an unlimited number of transmissions of the frog in the washing machine and bath tub full of sheets. Do not have gone free to vomit lethal, even the comforter of his bed, which is only one and now the two pail el'imbottatura infested sleeping under the pillow that smells more than anything else that you do not understand. In addition, temperatures are in control and I do not know how I will do everything to wipe dry.

The worst thing in cleaning up the vomit is to gather to recognize unintentional food residues and to identify clearly the individual ingredients of various meals. Weak stomach refrain strongly.

In short, we are immersed up to his neck in vomit, which the company has brought with him a little behind 'fever, so just to make us not miss anything. We fight to the rhythm of paracetamol and antibiotics and try to get back on top possibly leaving behind the smell of cheese expired.

This morning I thought to have done, to be on the way back, but as soon as the sun begins to decline, the virus triggers and sends us into the abyss. But why? But there is a scientific reason for why the early evening the fever shoots for the stars and vomiting increases its pace?

My hair is bound to mushroom, eye ball and eye black. No, I dressed up as pandas and I'm not even one hit by the virus. Should I be that I'm fucking daughter free of viruses of the cabbage but if it goes on like this, I boycotted the washing machine, bathtub complaint for improper use me and I will commit suicide. At that everything will be under the dominion of the smell of cheese expired and no one will be worth no more out.

Even my neurons are on the road to collapse, every man for himself. Night.

ps: I suggest to all those who are mothers, but also those who never will be, to examine closely the idea of \u200b\u200battending a first aid course, as a preventive measure, just to travorsi impanicata not signed before the virus. Thus avoiding the collapse of neurological rags and bowls, and suppositories termotri, washing machines and syrups. I

I told you!

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Updated:

not have it done. Do not bore the humiliation and has abandoned us. The scales, the Where's My Car, Digital, told me that when put on the pounds, they were real water or fat. What unfortunately was in the bathroom, near the bathtub. My friend has abandoned us paranoid. He died in peace, this morning, definitely. Did not exceed the humiliation of being covered in vomit and decided to leave for good. Thanks

virus, your visit is proving, minute after minute, more and more welcome!

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member a bit 'out of necessity (see premature loss) a little' please (read fashion) take the classic look of the rock drummer. See Roberto Gatto, see Christian Mayer or R oberto Gualdi . Look that both depopulated not only among the bacteria, but also among bassists as Saturnino , or singers, Michael Stipe of REM know it all and Giluiano Sangiorgi, Negramaro too. But the list could be endless: the species of lizard Maynard, the singer of Halford, the same Phil Collins, that monster of Joe Satriani that makes us love the guitar very well, but still My beloved frontman Billy Corgan Smashing Pumpkins or Samuel Romano of subsonic.

short, the bar shaved bald depopulated look great.

When I know the partner, they wore their hair long for empathy various, Metallica, Guns N 'Roses and Iron Maiden and sincerely on the day he went back home shaved to zero I almost got a shot, but I have to admit that as look gives him a lot.

That said, this is the case:

The frog, Mother's beautiful, has always been known as the beloved daddy. Without hair.
Crescendo has obviously begun to notice this drastic difference between our beautiful flowing hair and the bald guard smooth, smooth, so it looks like the full moon.
At its most just curious to know where they had finished all the hair that parent glabbro, we always responded imaginatively who had lost their way or even that someone had stolen them at night.

Last night the turning point.

98 cm high The thing that our daughter says he should not essersene skills that the parent could remain without a decent roof over his head and has thus found a solution to the problem.

while watching tv, it turns out a note advertising a shampoo.
" want you too curly, soft and defined as such? "
Frog pricked up his ears and down the screen, then looks at me and says,
" Mamma sin not accomplish those beautiful hair Daddy? "
" as love? "
" tomorrow anniamo negottio to us and we make those beautiful hair dad! "
" ... "
" Dad, Dad, how you want your hair? "
LOL!

Right, just go to the store and buy all the hair you want.
How did we not think about it before?

Song: Subsonica - Obsession

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luck sees us very well and decides to avoid you.


15:15 am I put to bed the frog, just back from kindergarten.

15.30
COF
- I'm pouring the coffee.
COF
- I pretend to nothing and blow on the coffee.
"cof, cof"
- I begin to think that I should go and see, but look even a moment.
"cof, cof, cof"
- now stop, I approached the coffee to his lips ...
"maaaaaaaaaammaaaaaaa!"
- (cough cabbage) I put the coffee (after I finish, I think), two minutes, and go back to sleep I get back.
Famous last words.

16.30
coffee there has been no news, abandoned on the kitchen table along with all the high hopes of finishing it in peace.
The frog jumps from one side of the bed singing "Little Red Riding Hood, come, come here ..." The undersigned
10 times after telling the tale of Cinderella is getting half an hour of sleep.

17.00
"Rana, we go play center?"
"yes, yes, the addiamo lutoteca, coti Dommo dento cow balls!"
"how do you sleep? Do not even think about it, if you sleep you refer back to bed! "
" Mom, I wealth, would not dogmas, he wanted play with balls ... "
" ok, now we agree, we go under clothes. "

17:20 pm
Lego sediolino to the frog. I put in the car and the exact moment when I put in motion, it triggers a flood. The water I was against the 1000 liter buckets and wipers to a maximum, not make it to keep the windscreen free time seems to collapse under the weight and violence of all the rain coming down.

A 40 hour, and after several repeat of the mini playlist of Rana arrived in the playroom.
"Sorry lady, but today there is a private breast, and I have exclusive dining ... back tomorrow! "
Ok, no panic, no panic, breathe deeply and hold all the dirty words that you rise to the mind.
"Mom no sin we go?"
"Love is closed today, we go to another ..."

2 nd Game Room. Park your car. Predict the umbrella, the frog in her arms to keep her from drowning in pools two feet deep. Join. Go in the dressing room, drop them into the anti-skid socks with the little and head to the desk.

"Hello!"
"Hello, how you call the baby?"
"Rana"
"It's not on the list?"
"What list excuse me, is a playroom or a disco? "
" you're not here for the party? "
" party? "
" Today, there is a private party and we gave the exclusive right room! "
" But what is everyone today were born? "
" Sorry? "
" ... "

Shoot the frog, bring in the locker room, rivestila.
"Love, uh, we gotta go, you see, it seems that everyone has decided to celebrate his birthday today, so ..."
"birthday boy?"
"no love, not yours, now let you buy a beautiful thing! "
"Where anniamo?"
"uh, now let's see if I can think of what else ..."
"I wanted to stay here!"
"can not"
"uahhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaahaaaaauaaaaaahahahahaha"

Ore19: 00
Still car, having made the tour of the puddles and the city that goes crazy when it rains on the way to the 3rd game room, the Frog goes to sleep. Viro home, sad and forlorn.

20.30
rustic pizza for dinner. The good news, good with ricotta and spinach.
I take a roll of dough, ready for that, I open the system for the filling and bake well.

hum that smell "

thrust its teeth through a slice of pizza and ... something is wrong!
A sharp contrast between sweet and savory I overloading the taste buds.
More precisely, the dough is soft and the filling is savory.
"Holy saints!"
I'm going to rummage in the trash in search of the casing dough ready.
NO, was not puff pastry! It was pie crust, the cake!

Now tell me that luck is blind? That, I tell you, I can see very well and decided to avoid me and scanzano great.

More losers than that, in a single day, you can not.

Song: The Doors - Hello, I Love You

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Church and Women, what a shame.

This morning I came across by chance in a ntervista issued by the Bishop Arduino Bertoldo, Bishop Emeritus of Foligno , just before Christmas .

his "excellence" Paral of violence against women, says from his male pride devoted to chastity, that there are extenuating for rapists, and literally says: "[...] not

I mean those of the criminal code, but to those of conscience. If a woman walks in a particularly sexy or provocative, some event has the responsibility and I mean that from the theological point of view also groped and sin. Therefore, even a woman walking or dressing raises provocative or violent overreaction, sins into temptation. "

Now, one that defines the president of the Puglia region Vendola as the Devil, says because it goes against nature, what could you expect?

The Church Italy, always ahead, never behind. Let's talk.

Song: Think Positive - Lorenzo Jovanotti Cherubini

Song of 1993 with a very very significant verse:

I believe that in this world there is only a large church
passing by Che Guevara and up to Mother Teresa, Malcolm X
by passing through Gandhi and San Patrignano
comes from a priest in a suburb that has gone on despite the Vatican.

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moms, women, daughters. Come to me. Even child psychologists, psychologists, educators and teachers, maybe you know something more.

A question from me is drilling the brain. It is funny because one of the frog, like yesterday, when he asked me "Mom why do not I have a willy?". With these things more or less am I doing. Dragging in the fairy fantasy nature and other entities still can not get out of it head on.

The thing that just do not understand is: Why my daughter is so determined to keep all her dolls naked? Here, let's talk for charity. Even your children do or mine is a special case? But it is normal denudino any sort of an anthropomorphic dummy depriving him of every type of garment related to it?

you strip it off, I overlaid. Mind you, not just get dressed. Overlaid on the sly, when she sees me picking up dresses and suits, the most distant corners of the house. As soon as she realizes the crime, re-bares all again. But is not that strips them and we played, no, just strips them, because they have to be naked and that's it. Throngs of Barbie dolls and stuffed animals all as factory made them.

"Love, I washed the clothes, now they are dry, they put on the puppets?"
"no!"
"why?"
"sin must all bare naked"
"but then they get sick .."
" no, no you must be sick all naked, naked! "

On one side is that every once and for all we care rispogliarle hour and then 30 minutes for well I know how to keep busy, the problem is that more or less the the same time I use to do the opposite. Please tell me why there is a in all this. Not that I did not sleep at night, you understand. But let's say I'd do anything rather than being doll to play 20 times a day, moreover, in secret.

Illuminatemi! give me your interpretation on the case, when I miss a little the dynamics of the facts!

Mothers of female children, male or appropriate experts have been appointed. Speak up!

Song: The Cranberries - Animal Instinc t

Milenavelbalook-a-like

If not now when? The Social Media Experience

Yesterday, today, tomorrow and always.

Even in Foggia, which ends up in the newspapers for the crime, for the last places in the rankings by degree of livability. Even fashion is quality people and there a lot, fortunately. And fortunately it is not locked in the house resigned, but took to the streets.

Yesterday I took to the streets with them, with my red coat, with hands and red enamel with a white scarf. Took to the streets fully deployed I admit, but not to a political party, even if my I can always present, but against a way of doing that every time is crumbling foundation of respect.

From time communication in our country is all based on the appearance of women as if women were just appearance. There is no program in which a pair of legs do not surround or something to campaign in which there is a flirtatious glance or a clear reference to sex. You're not good at all. We filled his head with this message, subliminal and injectable routes cross cracked as emancipation or sign of changing times. We are so accustomed to full and no longer make account on which side we are going.

But is not the fault of the skirts that are shorter or heels of that rise, women have the right to show their beauty, but nobody has the right to make it a bargaining chip. The problem is not wanting to make the tissue paper, but the thing you are willing to do to make the tissue paper. Of how we got to thinking that is more normal to lift her skirt, and give it away, to kick up a bar or even worse ending to the parliament, rather than spending effort and sweat in dance schools or books.

Fortuna we wake up, get tired and we are lucky we took to the streets.

are not taken to the streets because they are ugly and are jealous. Honestly, I could tirarmela are not even took to the streets to demand the resignation, I am conscious of the political state of our country, alas, can not offer anything better in the premier. But they took to the streets to take back my respect, what I missed when I renewed the contract of employment because she was pregnant when I found myself with a small daughter and no money. The respect that I miss her as a mother now, forced to pay a kindergarten para-state because there are no state structures to meet my needs. The respect that I miss when sending resumes and not getting any response. The respect that I is lacking as compared to many years I did not study a labor market adequate to accept my offer. And all around invites me to try to raise her skirt to overcome any obstacle, but no thanks, I have a dignity.

took to the streets for my daughter, to be able to bequeath a better future. I do not want green like a utopia, I want to believe in a better future, and I want to do qualcusa to achieve and not be just watching. Because one day I will not feel like the fathers of young Egyptians who have come to shoot him to chase a dream that you are ashamed because their children have had more courage to them that they have remained silent thirty years. In Egypt, have rewritten history in 20 days, what are we missing to do? I do not want silence, I mean mine and I want to say not sell to anyone in the total freedom I have.

Because those troops were not in place camel and make disciples for the next election. In the square there was the power button of Italy, those working, studying, who runs the country and makes it speak with pride of our country abroad.

Who in the event said "if and when that Berlusconi is listening to you?" No, perhaps the premier will never hear my voice, never read this post and perhaps will never know that even existed. But surely he heard the noise that my united voice made all those millions of other items that were in the streets yesterday. A huge event, not seen for some time, which groups together from all walks of ideology, to ask for something important. RESPECT.

respect for our intelligence, which is constantly tested and made patently false statements of truth. Respect for our needs overshadowed, to tell of tricks and escort. How can we speak quietly compensation millionaires for a good night's companionship, when the country struggling to make ends meet? It is this respect for those who gets up at dawn every day, maybe take a train shattered, is to accomplish their duty and do not even see half of all the money you slam on the front page, selling their bodies.

The measure is full, but not in height, in meanness. The levels achieved are really funny, like the choice to put in his underwear, to endorse conduct deplorable state of those who should set a good example .

I do not want the moralist, I just want to say that some would now take responsibility for oneself and to others and decide to turn the boat towards a better horizon.

Yesterday we had the proof that the force is there to do it, now we must put effort and willingness to not to dissolve it into a cloud of smoke.

"We are history, no one will feel offended, we are this lawn of needles under the sky. we are history, attention, no one is excluded. we are history, we us these waves in the sea, the noise that breaks the silence, this silence so hard to chew.

And then you say "All are equal, they all steal the same way."

But it is only one way to convince you to stay indoors when it is closed in the evening. "

Song: Fiorella Mannoia - La storia siamo noi

Womens Slr Camera Bags

The Social Media Week in Rome was :

Take a train and meet Bismama .
Having an American in front of him reading the book with the i-t-shirt on the other hand (the label's peeping over the collar). Read the Vanity Fair
below and without any interruption.
Exit Termini marpione find that makes you the compliments in return for a cigarette.
get on the bus and find out for an illuminated driver that "where the logic ends, begins the ATAC.
Take a B & B behind the Pantheon with the entry into disturbing but very chic.
Book a room and find a quadruple.
Change converse with the ankle boot, to meet the ghost of Paola who wandered around the room.
Close the door "gently" because otherwise one of the b & b you dicks. Getting to the Meeting
Fandango and not find anyone.
bismama would discover that fasting for days, I will not, but just take a coffee. If I lost a pound in two days thanks to her.
Quit smoking a cigarette Akari and know .

Library 2.0 is:

learn to never take the one with the Neapolitan Neapolitan accent. It could be field but not in Naples. It might be if the Salerno and Naples to Salerno of the insult. Especially now that you have made up his mind to do the "secession" and create the 21 ° Italian region to break away from Naples thieving.
know the real faces of Guryou and discover that they are very young, with so much enthusiasm and desire to do. Collision
displaced from the image bucolic Adinolfi, with family in tow, dressed for home, he missed only strips, but I highly appreciate his buckets of cold water in a speech that it was a bit 'too corny.
Receive updates on the eighth floor condo directly from the tenants, who are increasing day by day as the loaves and fishes.
vitriolic gossip and jokes with two strangers, who seemed always knew. See if
Wonder arriving late makes perfect diva and revenue that we have the exact same bag electric blue.
discover the name of the father "the blog of a book that made outing Just yesterday in a video message. Knowing
Christian Floris and admit that he gets really good with a microphone in hand.
Admiring the beauty of Clara, the daughter of Adinolfi, and see the total and absolute resemblance to her mother, beautiful.
guidelines before you begin, have put the t-shirt with the price tag still attached, and find an excuse to hide and with a disconnect. Luckily I had a sweater on.
Speaking of my blog, in front of everybody, with my face and not my feet, my heart was going to break through the chest and the breath that I missed every three to two.
heard the saying "if you're someone Web king does not want to be someone you also in life! "Listen
of interesting conclusions.
alone to greet everyone, because akari bismama had to do and was going to die and returned to the b & b.
Feel what meets Wonder if they ask "how you see the future of the world?"

An Evening in Rome is: Stay

10 minutes outside the B & B to play like crazy because they do not hear a bell and does not take his cell phone.
satisfied that there are eight in the evening and I only ate a packet of crisps and two coffees. Getting a
that maybe we should also to put something in his stomach as well as water and creker.
Get off the b & b to 20 steps in front and slide the pizza place, called Cyrus but we are in Rome and Naples.
Order an appetizer for two was not enough for one and two rice dishes. For the record I have mine, I devoured a left too, I do not know what I mean! Thinking of going
aperitif but the Pink Panel found that BIS could die on the street.
Back Room, a comparison of Panza on the state of post pregnancy stretch marks and get under the covers at a time is not reportable. Sleeping in a
bunkher anti-atomic in which any object with a frequency, was unusable.

The Return was:

Waking up with "alarm" with the BB Bismama effect defibrillator. The said mobile phone to make me come over the heart attack was flashing constantly, a bright light that illuminates everything. For the series or you wake up or you wake up.
get breakfast from a ghost in my pajamas if she was awake when he spoke little Italian when he was semi awake you could not tell a club. I brushed it all away, has been limited to a toast, in purity.
Rome early in the morning is an icebox. Terms in the early morning is the same as the 12, to 15 or 24, always full.
The train systematically empties Caserta.
Bis persisted in his state of semi-unconsciousness, always careful to take the way towards the train, for not aware of the contents of her stomach. Sometimes found and smiled and I could not ask "how are you?" For the umpteenth time.
The seating of the silver arrow is too short, there would come Adinolfi.
Beside I had a degree in medicine, watching movies and eating marshmallows and jellies Abatantuono sugar. If I knew certain details about my doctor my trust in him would decrease systematically. Bis
greet and go down in Foggia, bring back the tickets of both. Just now I discovered that he had to make eyes at the controller to get him on the issue of the ticket.

I got home Rana, who visited the doctor with a fever!

Tuttosommato a great experience!

Song: The Doors - People Are Strange

Glands Swollen Before Period

Worse than Alexander DeLarge!

C'avete present Program Louis. What they decide to undergo the leader of the band of Alex droogs in A Clockwork Orange?

Well, sexual situations and violence apart is exactly what they are going to have the frog for some time now. Without our consent, however, say even with our initial agreement which was then inevitably went missing in a stalemate.

The Ninth Symphony of Beethoven that has put Alex in the rehabilitation program is nothing compared to what we are forced to obey us.

Something like listening to 1000 times in a row, deep-cycle, several times a day, always the same four songs, and always in the same order. I swear to be exhausting for those who would live there for just music.

soon feel just the first note of the personal library of mini dwarf hand me vomit, I swear. I get the nerve, I hurt my head and I do not think I ever got to say, I hate those fucking hate strongly four songs of the cabbage.

someone when you could be turning in his grave. But best thing is that he is not I who have died throughout the life ahead. I understand the great loss of his immeasurable artistic genius, but it is ruining my life and He is everywhere at this time I want to know and feel a little guilty, for having composed some songs that you are still in my head and drill worse of a pneumatic drill up to the stomach.

At first it was a case, I listened to that CD, with those four songs later and everything was normal, pleasant, joyous. Then the frog began to wonder just what the CD, and joy and the joy of Mom, you see that you were born in the middle of the music, already so small thou hast refined tastes. Famous last words. The joy was soon supplanted by despair.

All the CD do not feel it for a while, just tap it back finishes the number 7 from number 3 and so on, continuously, relentlessly. This happens in the car, at home, PC, in the bathroom, wherever there is a unit in charge of disseminating music.

Even at the club, where there is a PC, you are asking "put utube?" And his call is always the same. (Oh when you say the digital natives, I did not know that there you tube until last year)

It can not be more, I meditate to dematerialize, CD, iPod, stick with the songs, mobile phone and to banish you tube from my house.

No I'll let the songwriter, creator of everything, not to create me enmities, and also because basically in a remote corner of my heart still continued to admire it, but hate at the moment is much stronger. Cursed be the day that recorded those songs.

For the record, my resentment is so strong, why should I write on-air for the umpteenth time since he came back from kindergarten, the four famous compositions.

Remember me when my brain will be liquefied under the effects of this torture Nazi-Fascist!

Try to guess, the singer, shall we?

Song: Beethoven - Ninth Symphony

Women In Corsets In The 1950

Writing Speaking.

What's the first thing that you just turn on the pc? I
For example, enter the password.
And then?
I open Internet and soon after, twitter, face book, the blog or do a search.

What that share common to all these things?

What is the behavior that you need to put in place to perform the various activities we have on the network?
Think a moment.

you got there? Not yet? I'll tell you, I speak of Scripture .

Everyday we write, we write to send an email to update a state to twitter, to write on the blog or do a search. We write constantly and we always do, every day. Give up the feathers, we rely on our PC keyboards and maybe even write more than before.

Internet and the return of writing? Not just because the online is not the classic text, made up of structures, systems, ways and forms. That on-line writing is a constantly changing, increasingly influenced by fashion and the times, writing is a direct, clear, graphic, and reduced bone increasingly spoken. The writing on the Internet is increasingly less oral and written. It 's a photo writing, which draws pictures, people, places and situations with few words. It 'a write off its hinges, which draws from several sources, is a means by which we communicate to the world and the model in our own image and likeness.

The writing on the Internet is small units that link universes of content, such as links or other words that they have to say everything, you see the slogan or tweets, more and more terse.

writing Parliament Thursday February 10 in the respective media Week in Rome. We'll talk about how it has changed, how it is influenced by social networks and the impact it has on everyday life. Publishing and libraries, that keeping pace with the times, they become 2.0.

will speak of my blog, writing in the blog and why every day hundreds of people feel the need of having to tell in a blog.

In one of my favorite theaters, inbound leads a famous quote, which is: Every man mind, but give him a mask and will be sincere . If life every day, walking down the street, queuing at the post office or butchers, wear a mask to lie, to hide ourselves, the most vulnerable part of ourselves. Web NO. Web wear our mask, we get into the shoes of our Post and we are sincere, revealing our feelings, our feelings, we bare ourselves and tell ourselves, to pull out most of what we have hidden inside.

tells us in the blog, we tell ourselves in a tweet, in a state of face book and we do it in a straightforward manner. What we write is a kind of fabric that holds within it all our knowledge and insesgnamenti, we stored drawing from life everyday. Quotes, considerations, thoughts, that filled us as a container and we revert to what we are going to write.

Of this, digital writers, like myself, how to change the editor and writers in the Internet and social networking and much more we will talk to Palazzo Incontro, in 22 of the prefects in Rome .

If you are interested, if you want to put a face to these dancers black paint worn with striped stockings, if you want to know in which direction they are going to books and writing or simply like to know the warped mind vomit on these pages throughout his life, I look from 16.00 onwards.

See you in Rome.

complete event program can be found here

To participate http://www.amiando.com/MLCAALV.html?page=478822

Song: Kings of Convenience - Misdread

Mini Horse Car Blueprints

Maybe I'm wrong.

And nothing here at home alone and I have much to do, in fact I do not have anything to do. Vacuuming and maybe I should replace some closet, if you really have to find something to do, but basically I have nothing to do. Today. Why then there are days when things are so many that do not even go back for lunch, tour and I'm very high and very low to very unnerving to me.

I decided to send the frog nursery, not to keep her locked in the house all day, because that is how it ends when it is cold and always raining. To have a reason to take her out, just to keep her with other children, to disengage it from the DVD of the Playhouse, not to see her play alone in her room to propose something different in at least part of the day.

I thought I had made a right choice, I thought I was ready. I thought. But obviously I thought wrong. I thought she liked being with other children, attend an environment created tailor-made for her. I thought he was ready to leave, but is not ready for anything, I think.

are no feelings of guilt for leaving her in tears kindergarten today, they're talking about. It 's a realization that I was up in my veins today. That basically all I need to send her to kindergarten do not have it. I'm here writing crap to your PC while you are there that I probably still crying. I could easily take care of her in the sea of \u200b\u200bnothing around me now.

I sang victory too soon. I was ready to feel drained to see her running in the classroom cheerful and happy as the first few days, but. The novelty effect is exceeded, the routine takes over and the time stretch.

Yesterday was the first day of the canteen and went to resume it at 3. Maybe a little 'time, I admit, I did not do a damn thing until three, but there is no alternative! On the blackboard next to his name was written: First Half - Second All - Fruits: Nothing. We say that could be better and maybe eat a little more. Maybe I'm too apprehensive, maybe I should let it go and wait for time to be teaching, but do not know.

So many things are crowding me in the head, starting to cry as soon as I put on my apron, and so continue until they come to class. I hold in my arms throughout the first half hour, does not want to get away from me for no reason, then starts to get a little bit and just goes away the right to not see me, flee like a thief. Full betray her trust, she thinks I am there, that is waiting to see what new play that is fetched and yet there are no more, I abandoned. For what? For venirmene here, home alone, brooding on a decision perhaps premature, wrapped in silence and write crap to your PC!

I know it passes, which must be decided, that there is no need to soften the hearts and everything but let me admit that I have a decision, a bit 'too hasty, lightly, for believing that you already know everything and I feel a bit selfish in that!

Ok, now I'm going to try something constrictive to do and stop thinking. Every action has consequences and this is a consequence that I had not expected, but that must somehow be addressed, strength and courage, this too will pass!

Song: Maria Mena - Just Hold Me

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Pulginella and pet dog

No, not a grammatical error that you see in the title.

PulGinella This is about right, the cousin of the famous Neapolitan Pulcinella and his tragicomic adventure dealing with a mischievous dog, a master villain and the spirit of Death. And there is also the girlfriend of Pulginella Teresina, who is so pleased to Rana.

Saturday we went back to the theater, but not that of the other times . We stayed at the Lemon Theatre, a tiny little theater, but that really makes you feel being at the theater. With the velvet chairs a little rickety (I ended up upside down, and I was also in the front row, but that's another story which will be th listeners!) The stage is enveloped in a thick black coat and small, but when the lights go down becomes immense.

At center stage another little world, a microcosco ancient but effective, which has always fascinated children and adults: The Shack puppets.

pulginella There is an ecstasy that he admires the ambition of his love. It 's a puppet and a little rude marpione, let us say, the smells and makes its tongue out to the public and his girlfriend kissing passionately, under the roaring laughter throughout the theater.

from Saturday Chira tells everyone that she is Therese.

"Mama I'm Telesina, peace to you my dress? You saw that beautiful hair that I've done!"

Teresina was not as bad as it was only puppet treated like crap by her own boyfriend, a little more respect for Dinc!

of a sudden get a dog, a little mischievous puppet who makes jokes at the white dress, plays you play, the dog ends up eating an arm Pulginella . Pulginella ask for help and get the owner of the dog, but is willing to help the puppet only in exchange for money.

But when it comes to money, you know, and as dramatized in the best Neapolitan you always end up in exactly the same way. A beat you!

between the two litigants is always the one that ends badly and prendersolo death comes to take him away, but ....

The rest did not I tell you, if you happen to find around the company's "Teatro del Sangro" Lanciano Bring your children will have fun as hell and you too , you will get some good laugh, like those I had it for a little.

I read somewhere a quote that I have left indelible in the mind. Forgive me if I do not quote the source but just eludes me. Says: BEST FILM OF ALL TIME AND 3-D 'and will' ALWAYS FOR THE THEATRE!

ninete ... there is no more true! No screen can never match the straight line of a group of actors who perform for you live right before your eyes.

This show Behind the billboard "fabulous snacks" organized by the theater of Foggia Lemons.

Before each show there is a game-time snack sponzorizzato by Doemi in which the children eat and play before entering the room.

Immediately after the performance, Instead, the encounter with the actors and protagonists of Merenda, definitely the most popular and exciting time for children and especially for the frog, who can not wait to touch, what until just before he moved as if it had its own life!

Belle initiatives for children, right?

In my opinion much better than keeping them in front of the TV or let them vent in the ball pool for hours, oh those are also occasionally, but every now and then though!

Song: Tunnel of love - Dire Straits