Sunday, December 19, 2010
Duct Tape Gential Warts
Perhaps it would be nice to give everyone a Dolcino
Perhaps'd love to see the Baby
But perhaps one should meditate on everything that we would have to do
stop pointing the finger
and accept a
smile of love and patience and filled the sky
the ground is not so
Maybe nobody cares nothing
of what people say
Maybe someone thinks to give her more to drink
Maybe everyone is special
Maybe everyone is supportive
I just wanted to wish everyone
a Merry Christmas
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Bmx Ramp For Sale Canada
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Funny Wedding Book Comment
lexicon:
Budweiser Party Invite
text: My beautiful fir
OF after s " O Tannenbaum" of Ernst Anschü tz
My beautiful fir king of forê ts
What j ' loves your green
When by the winter wood and ford nets,
are de Pouillé s of their attractions,
My beautiful fir king of forê ts
You guards your dress,
You that Noah the planted in us
At St. birthday
Joli fir as they are soft
And your candy, and your toys,
You that Noah the planted in us
By the hands of my me re,
My beautiful fir tes verts sommets,
Et leur fidè le ombrage,
De la foi qui ne ment jamais,
From the constancy and of the peace
My beautiful fir your green peaks
M offering the douce image.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
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Vanessa Paradis - Joe Le Taxi
Joe the taxi
Y is not everywhere
Y not work in soda
His yellow sax
Knows all the streets by heart
all the little bars
All dark corners
And seine
And bridges that shine
In his car
Music а joe
It rumba
The old rock to mambo
Joe the taxi
is his life
Rum to mambo
Bottling
Li is like that
Joe - joe - joe
In his car
Music а joe rйsonne
It rumba
The old mambo rock to drum
Vas joe-y
Come on joe
Go on dark
In the night towards the Amazon
Joe the taxi
And Xavier Cugat
Joe the taxi
And Yma Sumac
Joe - joe - joe
Joe the taxi
is his life
Rum to mambo
Bottling
Joe the taxi
And the mariachis
Joe the taxi
And the cha-cha-chi
Joe the taxi
And the cha-cha- Chi
Come on joe
Go on dark
In night towards the Amazon
Friday, November 12, 2010
Blonde Half Head Highlights
Proof Of Volunteer Work Letter Sample
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Titanware Cookware Complaints
All boys and girls my age
roam the streets in pairs
All boys and girls my age
Know what it means to be happy And
eye to eye, and hand in hand
They go in love without fear of tomorrow
Yes but I go alone through the streets, the lost soul
Yes but I'm going alone because nobody loves me like
My days my nights
are all the same, no joy and full
No trouble
I love you whisper in my ear
All boys and girls my age Font
all future projects
All boys and girls my age know very well what
that And love means
eye to eye and hand in hand
They go in love without fear of tomorrow
Yes but I go alone through the streets of troubled soul
Yes but I I go alone, because nobody
loves me like my days my nights
are similar in all respects
Without joy and full of trouble
When will the sun shine for me?
As boys and girls my age
soon will I know what love is?
As boys and girls my age
I wonder when the day comes where
eyes in his eyes and his hand in his hand
be my happy heart without fear of tomorrow
The day I n 'll have it at all the lost soul
The day I should get someone who loves me.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
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Paul Cézanne (Aix-en-Provence, January 19, 1839 - Aix-en-Provence, October 22, 1906) French painter
Early Years - Paul Cézanne , who had ancestors from Romagna, originating in Cesena, was the eldest son of Louis-Auguste, who owned a hat factory, and Anne-Elisabeth Honorine Aubert, working in the same factory: her parents were married Jan. 29, 1844, after the birth of another daughter, Marie, in 1848, Louis-Auguste Cézanne founded with a partner bank "Cézanne et Cabassol." In a family that enjoyed considerable wealth, Paul could attend the best schools after primary school from 1844 to 1849, from 1849 to 1852 at Saint-Joseph senior, he entered the Collège Bourbon - Mignet today - where he received a humanistic education, and had for companions, among others, Émile Zola - who was then living in Aix with his mother - with whom he tied to a deep friendship.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
How Long Does Take To Dry Silicon
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Queen Sized Bed Cargo Van
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Thursday, August 19, 2010
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Today I would like to focus my attention on a very delicate topic Which Started "days has Often Kept my mind busy.
Why am I writing in Inglese?
First of all, Because I'm a newcomer and I should practice my writing skills; second, because that’s the way the thought captured my attention.
Anyway, my thinking cap is determined by that situation which, in some way, involves not the emigrants (my condition) but those who remained on their native land.
There must be a hidden reason why some of the emigrants’ relatives, friends or even simple acquaintances are sure that your way of living abroad must be devastating, terribly sad and overwhelming. For the same reason, even though you are hearty laughing describing some interesting thing you saw during your last hilarious trip, you can feel that they’re in somehow looking forward to hearing about the sad side of your story. Yes! They are not interested in your hilarious descriptions of places and people, but they’re waiting for that terrible element in the story which would allow them to say something like this, “Seeeeeeee, I wassssssss righttttt! You should have listened to my advice! Why are you there? You could be so lucky here! Come on, Guys! Consider it as if it was a long vacation and COME BACK TO YOUR WONDERFUL, AMAZING, FANTASTIC LAND!”
Believe me. I’m not emphasizing anything. That’s the sensation and that’s the majority of people’s expectation.
Let’s assume that I’m going to tell about my last wonderful interview. The way the interviewer looked at me in devotion (don’t be bad! It’s just a dream), and the offer the company (the most important in the world!) proposed me at the end of the meeting. What would be your natural expectation? Mine, would be to hear they are so happy for me; or, at least, they are sure that, despite the big change in my life, I was right saying that everything could have been better than there where they still live.
Unfortunately, that’s just a dream and I’m especially talking with reference to my expectation. If I told some of them of the above mentioned hypothetical interview, they would look for the most worried tone of voice before to say to me something like this, “Don’t worry Claudia! That’s just the first step to go in the job market. In 20 years, I’m sure you will find something closer to your professional profile!”
Please, don’t go back to read again because you have perfectly understood what I wrote (or, preferably, I’ve perfectly written what I meant). The truth is that they haven’t heard a single word of what I was trying to tell. The truth is that the majority of people needs to know that you were wrong thinking that your life abroad could have been better and, meanwhile, that the best choice in their life was to remain there.
That’s the starting point of this post: Why do people, to better accept their own fragilities, need to think that you are terribly sad? It wouldn’t make sense to try to explain them thousands times that you’re happy, satisfied, that the only thing you need is time to become more comfortable with the pace of your new life and time to have the opportunity to enjoy more things as possible.
My opinion is that some people were born to experience their lives (mentally and physically speaking) despite the place, the race, the age and all possible changeable elements in their adventure through a crazy world. Those people are part of an endless-flowing stream of any kind of inputs. It could sound as a paradox, but they know that they can relax everywhere because the only thing they need is to feel as a part of a big painting. They belong to the world and they don’t want love to be close, but they want Love to be in!
Other people need quieter lives. They need to stay where they were born because they feel better considering themselves as a piece of a puzzle. They feel comfortable living in that piece, with the things they already know. Maybe, they fought to achieve that piece and given that they don’t like to consider themselves as a part of a stream, they never would change the state of things. They’re not wrong! They’re different. They want Love to be close.
They are wrong when they start to think that anything which is different is even worse.
Finally, could you imagine me taking the subway with two bags, a smart -casual attire, completely lost in this kind of lucubration? In English?
The fact is that the only thing I should do when someone is evidently distorting The Meaning of my story, is to cry, and cry, and cry to make him / her feel so bad to try to figure out a way to Encourage me and my decision. Reverse psychology.
It would be great! It Would be really hilarious, would not it?