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beginning of this story as soon as it rains, because every history, to start, needs of events that introduce the tone and does not prevent the conduct. For this, the beginning of this story, the sun shines and it rains. At the most snow, but snow is guilty of being silent, and this story has nothing to quiet. The protagonist of the story might as well be me, or maybe a woman walking down the street. Even a dog would be fine. It makes no difference, because at the end of the story the protagonist is not going nowhere, has not reached his Ithaca will not have saved his Camelot, will not have faced his nemesis, has not been pierced heroically and will not be a victim dell'immedesimazione of who this history is still trying to take it like all other stories. And it is the only reason he is really the protagonist of this story can stand it. We will make a concession to history, I will use a name, maybe a few more. Not because history has a need names, not at all, but this story, without names, with its way to become history, history would end up being more of the story that aspires to be. And in this story too much history would be a sin.

The name is Shai.

Shai has erected a fortress of micro-habits. The rain makes the shiny pavement. In scenes like these, who called the light of the law. A flashing light is an order. The frequency is measure peremptory. Shai is a hollow body. Cash in the head in the shoulders. The Stringile arms against the body, parallel, bent slightly. Make it look more gray as you can. Adjust the volume so as to cover the world outside, not enough to be noticed by the outside world. Do not slip, for what you hold most dear, do not slide, please. Perhaps today we are able to disappear.

A man raises his voice in the direction away Shai. "Lord, have I wronged you in some way?". The phrase across the street. Shai, the revelation of self that knows how to defeat you, you may look up. Some lights illuminate the road without any logical foothold. Groups of moths racked my brains the same uncertainties Shai, volandoci against repeatedly, which is the way of insects to ask questions. The trajectories of the moths are white circles against the sky. The trajectories of raindrops are straight lines orthogonal to these circles. Shai recognizes the image. Lines of the electromagnetic field generated by an infinite wire path from DC.

waste paper swell of water and dissolve. Shai, notandoli, try to imagine the nature of being immoral perfect. "I am like this? I could be if I wanted?". It flatters. The player intercepts anameccanico thought. Shai hears processing through the earphones. "You were a child and had a game consisting of plastic boxes that sit one inside another. Remember? The biggest was red, and each box had a different color than the adjacent area. They could be stacked to form a pyramid. A moral theory, any one, is that pyramid. The same boxes, placed one against another, are the form of immorality. "Anameccanico The player is a fun gadget. It's technically a hybrid between a connecting machine, a portable EEG, a Markov generator and a membrane positrons. In practice it is a portable companion to philosophy. captures the thoughts and shapes the antithesis later. Use it produces the feeling of having to do with a version of himself cinquenne that not only has all the questions, but also all the answers. Shai is afraid, and need.

To achieve their apartment is forced to cross the square in front of a military barracks. From this point on, every night, Shai loses the ability to ignore. The walls of the buildings are suddenly, and are dry and decrepit. The branches back against the window panes. The stones, the failures, the shadows, the infusions, the grimaces, the paths, the distortions, gradients, feet, clothing, knees, drops, suspensions, cavities, stains. Shai feels filled. Not sick, because that belongs to another story. It 's a parasite colonization. Necrosis and fingers that penetrate the scrape off. Ectoplasm to regurgitate during a seance. The desire to burn your hands by washing with hot water. "You thought you'd managed to resist until the arrival at home, right?"

Now, Shai if he starts to think, feel cold. Not in the limbs, but in thoughts. A metal airship through the skies, impassive. Headlights light up the ground, the chase. "Why I want to end? Why was I mistaken for the needs unbearable truth: because I stopped to laugh and cry with anthropomorphic fiction? Why do not feel the need of special and general?". The airship has disappeared, and the viscous and electric atmosphere again. The barometric pressure increases slightly. Change the geography of the cloudy sky. The player has marked anameccanico hierarchies logical low. Identified a contradiction. "The ancient philosophies sophist theorized the unknowability of being, through logical deductions that they presuppose that the lack of communication, in turn descended from the incomplete nature of human language. The derivation is the modern theory that it is impossible to judge a piece of clothing if illuminated by neon light. There will be nothing, and will not need to servants. "

It will not need me.

I'm free. And I get home.

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Why would anyone want to fill a bottle of confetti and let her head down?

Sometimes I gaze lost a giant who does not understand the scale of the world.

All those piano lessons that I have ever taken are finally paying off.

After many years I have changed the brush. Traumatically. I brush and what we have done many things together, things like adventures. What will happen now?

You may also be a set of cutlery.

a squeak of the wheel in corners and I was immediately besieged by a myriad of nostalgia for a summer night with crickets around.

Where are you static?

E 'perhaps a shame, for my part, remove the shirt before brushing my teeth?

The opposite of prohibition is allowed or obligation?

I got the loneliness, but it's gone and never comes back. Leaving me alone?

I always lose the formation of clouds. They come from elsewhere and slip away, but never come to light.

The most coveted office in the company of the windmills is that of defense minister.

At night the streets disgusting. If I forget accelerometers. My eyes are small insect. The movements perceived in peripheral vision, I hunt, I haunt. That the rain also deposits on the windows, let me see how many shares you can break the world outside. In many parts to be broken. I'm obsessing on as before anymore. I'm not ready, are unstable and formless, inside. On the first tremors.

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I turned and turned, not knowing where to go
and I had dinner at a fixed price sitting next to a pain
How are you? How are you? How are you? And I do

company forty friends ... my cards
even my dog \u200b\u200bbarks at you loud and melancholy
How are you? How are you? How are you? You

as alive as you are
those who come to get you to open the door
who follows your every step
who calls you and asks you now .. How are you? How are you?
How are you? How are you?

Yesterday I found your initials in my heart, I no longer
want to think about and are more careless
How are you? How are you? How are you?

What do you think as you walk
who took you away who discovers your shoulders
who stretches out to your side those who shout the name of your
who caresses you tired ...

How are you? How are you? How are you?

How are you? Nothing has changed no
the wind is never passed between us, how are you?
did not happen at all no,
time there has never lost
how are you? How are you ?....

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Nil is not dancing.

not here to dance.

Want more possible light within.

Here the light moves,

moves in the right way.

There are also bodies that move.

bodies are not the righteous.

does not matter.

When you move the light,

bodies do not move anymore.

That's fine.

Nil keep your eyes open.

Open like no other.

The irises, on command, dilated.

Subtracting the light movement

is the time. Nil

Inside is a visible

pure mathematics, pure measure

ego

minimum dynamic of heaven,

pure fashion

fractions and refractions.

are all reductionists

and they are all linguists.

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abbreviations.

While searching, they dance.

They dance around the culprit.

Nil is not dancing.

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Directed by Dario Argento

With Flavio Bucci, Alida Valli, Stefania Casini, Jessica Harper, Miguel Bosé, Barbara Magnolfi Rudolf Schundler, Fulvio Mingozzi, Renato Scarpa, Udo Kier, Susanna Javicoli, Renata Zamengo, Eva Axen, Joan Bennett, Joan Bennett, Joseph Transocchi, Jacopo Mariani, Giovanna Di Bernardo.

Susy, a young classical dancer to leave the States and went to Freiburg to complete his studies at the famous local dance school, the Academy Tanz. Board (including thunder, lightning and thunderbolts) Academy, he runs into Pat, a girl on the run from the building that seemingly meaningless phrases pronunciation. The next day he learns that the student ran away from the deputy director was brutally tortured by a maniac. Susy is now friends with Sarah, who confesses to be seriously concerned because of strange and inexplicable events that are taking place within the academy. To confirm this, the pianist of the school is torn from his dog, Susy is a victim of an illness, her friend Sara disappears and a guideline that should be left outside tracks ("sighs") of his presence. She decides to investigate and discovers that the school was founded by a woman fled her country because they were accused of witchcraft ...

"Suzy Banner, decided to perfect her ballet studies in the most famous European ballet school, he chose the celebrated academy of Freiburg. Parties to a day at nine in the morning from New York and arrived in Germany at 10:45 am local time. " With

Silver's voice opens a film intended to influence the international horror cinema. Visually, all in Suspiria acquires an aesthetic and very vibrant. One of the last films to use for the photo, the size Technicolor, which was now in danger of extinction and it became very costly, the party is dominated by red blood silver, used at 360 ° pivotal moment in the film the title work. Green is destined primarily to accompany the final moments of Sarah, and never have been more appropriate color. The blue color is the typical night, replaced by a yellow sick in the final Grand Guignol. Outside of school, however, the colors fall within the normal range dela milder (the taxi ride is not text, is a companion with a little taste of the monstrous palette that awaits the dancer in the school). Far
thickness is certainly given by the extraordinary characterization and setting, which literally comes to life. The most emblematic example is characterized by the scene where Miss Tanner after learning of the attack suffered by Albert from the small German shepherd Daniel, runs quickly down the corridor to get to the ballroom and pounce on the pianist. The charge donated by physical Alida Valli his character, imposing on almost orthopedic heels, arms parallel to the rigid body and devilish grin (it seems is almost chuckling) is compounded by the side columns of the hall, standing vertical upward, almost shouting, and assuming the appearance of tongues of fire that surround the teacher in an image satanic as it is rarely ever seen the movies.
The simplicity of the narrative structure of the work is superbly matched by an obsessive search aesthetic effect. We are in a dance school? Murders are extremely choreography (c) attention to the smallest detail. And Susy, with its purity inner (and outer, judging from the way the clothes fit, rather than the clothes you wear), can not recall to mind the white heroine destined to go through hell and back to being contaminated by pure white, but stronger than before: White . It is no accident. Suspiria, Argento's original in conception, should have been focusing on a dance school for girls, maximum symbol of purity, but the risk of hitting in denominations of censorship and the objective can not be reserved for minor creatures the same treatment suffered by girls the cast brought the director to move the setting for some years, but not without leaving a trace: the girls, in fact, to open the doors of various rooms of the school must raise his arm to reach the handle to the height of their face, just like any of us have done at 4, 5 or 6 years ...


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The first murder, gruesome. Still, not taking his eyes from the screen. Pat, who fled the school, he took refuge at a friend and close to his room to restore order in his head, after being witness to something very decisive and overwhelming. Surrounded by nature esheriana furniture, known (and feels) a presence outside of the window during the night, shrouded in darkness. Bed sheets and hung loose from the figures seem to create the form on the left. Pat went to the window and with the help of a lamp terrified glances outwards. The following three minutes, culminating with the macabre and colorful representation of the bodies of two girls mixed with shards of glass and metal rods crazy, are nothing short of intolerable.


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continues to triumph Anchor Bay Entertainment, a product with 3 discs now a bit 'dated, but still unsurpassed combination of quality audio, video and special content. Dolby 2.0 surround audio for the tracks in French and Italian, 6.1 DTS-ES and Dolby Digital Surround EX English. Image is almost always clear, with some shelling in scenes dominated by black. An excellent selection of extras: the first disc than the film, are proudly displayed a series of movie trailers, television, and radio, a video clip of the Demons, poster and photo gallery, biographies and filmographies. The second disc is dedicated to the highlight of this edition: a new documentary on the 52-minute film, with commentary by Dario Argento (film director), Daria Nicolodi (screenwriter and "failure" of the film Sarah, much to his regret), Luciano Tovoli (director of photography superb), Goblins (responsible hypnotism soundtrack, which together with that of Deep Red contends the first places among the most engaging music and imitated the history of cinema "from fear") and the cast, composed by Jessica Harper, Stefania Casini, and Udo Kier. The third disc contains the film's soundtrack. Completing the package 10 postcards and a booklet of 32 pages with photos and interviews.
The DVD is unfortunately out of print, but if you are careful researchers recoverable Web

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LIFE (you) go ...

Somewhere in the world right now, according to some is our soul mate. Who has not dreamed of meeting her? An individual tailor-made for us to respond to our tastes and our needs, present when it comes to be, gentle when the situation requires it, daring when our body demands it. If this theory is true, and for me it is when one accepts the idea that there is only one soul mate, what makes us believe that when we fall in love we really found? This helps us the idea that we love. Sometimes I stopped to think about what it means to truly be in love, find happiness. Where is the boundary between loving someone and settle for the illusion of love, really? Around us we do not do happy couples promise eternal love, keep effusions exchange, share something special appearance. Who among us has not experienced this feeling, or fear of having lost or even never try, you may be terrified to the point of building one in his own image and likeness? Is it right to compromise in love? Settle for someone who perhaps is not quite the person we are waiting for? Personally, I think I love the idea of \u200b\u200bfalling in love many times, rather than a specific person. On the other hand, it is possible that the millions of people in love around us we just decided to settle for an illusion rather than live in the search and expectation of the moment right?

No.

Underlying all of this I think there is a fundamental difference, a limit that should never be crossed. Is it right to compromise when it is not stepped on our person, our ego, our happiness. The dividing line between "letting go" of something really special, however imperfect, and the "letting go" something that probably never really existed. After all, the true maturity is to accept that perfection is not of this world, rather than the illusion of having really been found.

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For those dizzy: I will begin to demand everything is upside-down reflection of its counterpart in heaven.

five numbers written on the wall at times seem like machine guns. Instead, just look like flags.

The Polaroid is the unit of measure that combines space and time itself, for example, my summer was 3 milli-polaroid.

In the history of every culture is telling stories of ancestors on the road, their cars, searching for the promised land. During the day trying to make the most possible way, the night camping around the fire. The Bonfire of the caravan.

hands are never enough. Hands reuse continuous structure of the body. It takes hands to dispel the fog and biting. Hands to wield other hands and the hands to shape the dunes. With hands approaching the moon. We need hands to make choices and to capture the soul as he tries to get out of the mouth. The hands make the daily overlays, as in: You are not a good first impression, but above you I took a picture of a cat.

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Why can become a sensation message only indirectly, as in metaphors. Not what it is, then, but what would be left in place if there were more. So, what I feel. I try a shortbread, which is broken, the shape that you've decided you (not to mention heart, please do not tell the heart) and forgotten in the bottom of the pantry becomes the nest of white butterflies. I try a frame that holds the things that are already in focus, but that does not resist if you try to touch the surface (yes, it goes through the hand). Provo crop circles made him watch the clouds, which are not circles, and that perhaps, despite the ear, not even corn. I feel the end before completion. The broken candles that are held to the wick. The confusion of all objects in their place. Markov chains. I feel the context that is does matter, with which they are erecting high walls.

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The perfect travel companion on the train are two, are just inside the compartment and are unknown to each other. Are Maliconico and intrusive. The Melancholy had already climbed into the compartment when the invasion. She would not even turned the word if the invasion had not saluted first. The pervasive confusion leads to order and constant look out the window of Melancholy. The intrusive starts talking to himself 'and if', until one of his monologues exterior does not trigger the spring in the mechanical application, "And she ...?". To crown the paradox is that the intrusive maliconia of the other is very intrusive, while others think the invasion as a somber melancholy.

I do not like traveling by train. The motivations, to list them yourself, I'm sure would be full of pettiness and banality, questionucole of pure contingency. Yet, there are two issues on which my sense of duty to the adaptation can not take over.

For starters, the train journey trampling on my feelings. The train departs and arrives on a fixed schedule, so my desire to get it changes to accelerate. Backhand, nothing of my not wanting to reach their destination is slowing down. There is no way to skip the stops, even when they seem to increase in frequency the closer you get to your destination. There is no way to get to wander to waste time. Towards the good or worse, a train journey invariably turns into an exercise in frustration.

The second obstacle is literary. The problem is that the scene of the train like that of the compartment was gutted. In the train it all happened. Each humanity you met any other. There is no person, animal, plant or thing that has not been on a train, with someone to tell the story. And as for the hate, now I'm not doing anything but put me on a train along with a story, running out this possibility. My only hope is that, like the magic formula, the nth ripezione the formula is the one that finally gets rid of the object of magic. No more stories of washing on the train then, and you can get back on board full of promise adventures.

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Brothers imaginary fantasized of getting to a spirituality based on blood, blood loss, the flaunting of blood, the sale of blood, the washing in the blood. Chased the portions of the Neapolitan pastiera in the woods, and when they took the appointment in their notebooks taxonomy with large pins. At the table they used to spit out the bolus into the pot to do magic tricks. They played the tyrant, in turn ordered the other to wrap himself in the living room carpet, down in the sewers and address them as fast in a canyon. The brothers were imaginary

the wind blow on the freeway to see what was the medium that would reversed first. Dismantled their whims and hid them in the cables tree trunks. Experiments with electrolysis, rolled their legs with gold and titanium in those moments they could make a grown man weep with remorse at a glance followed by a contraction of the pubococcygeus muscle. One day playing marbles invented determinism.

imaginary brothers, when they found a cave in the mountains, replaced the hypodermic needles with stalactites and stalagmites with CEOs. The language used to communicate with each other was a mixture of melody, comedy, amethyst, country fair and tape measure. They could afford to leave the soap out of soap. No one will ever forget the day they decided to leave the country, since the same night, the constellation of the bull went into the chicken coop to steal three eggs.

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The seam of the cushion on the back of my neck, bonuses, pay attention. I hope not to forget the things I touched. I am one who denies the dirt in handkerchiefs, something that was my first, or I was. If you asked me where to find the sin, I would say to look in the transition from the plains to the mountains. I do not think

embrace your knees.

There is one part of the thumb, that a bit 'wider, where you meet the two phalanges: battered against wooden objects produce a sound and learned to use it to keep time. Due to the syncopated rhythms, it hurts and I think back to middle school and the popular kids who were holding a metal ring necklace around the base of the thumb. I suppose that distinguish a photo of a sunset from a sunrise is just a matter of concentration.

I wrap the wire around the fingers.

I try not be too sure of myself when I think of what is a cage and what is not. Thoughts that resemble what we wanted was the philosophy, thoughts that seem to messages that make their way TRAL white noise. I began to cultivate an obsession but it came out a bonsai. I stop to watch a beetle crossing a pubic hair on the floor. The scale models made with the card are divided into two categories: the pimps and bullies.

If now I borrow your hands I play a bit '.

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One hand holds the rod and is raised above the head, for fractions of a joke. As an object thrown in the air that reaches the highest point of his parable and remains there, exhausted along, waiting for other forces take their course. It is shortly before the striking the eardrum, with little conviction, and the indolence of the song request. Put on the score, the words written in Italian in beautiful calligraphy, full of grace. No hurry . The spotlight is driven to rotate to bring violet light, to regain the attention of anyone standing in front of the stage, lost in fantasies inevitably tangential. An ecosystem down there, populated with fauna and flora of neglect of comatose shock. Dozens of bodies committed to transpire, in small groups. The same thing with different names is confusing. Water molecules would be called the surface tension. But these are called human beings to one another and then what's this? Fear? Habit? Emotional gravity? At any moment could come into a room expedition cavers, holding flaming torches of wood, to illuminate the path. The caver always goes with his head down and arching his back. The caver, with his torch, would fire all the steam of alcohol that stands on these heads. Caving, like playing drums, it's destruction.

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- You know what I like numbers? Which are always one after another. Which are so unambiguous. What they do not need to be fascinating mystery. You already know what the next number, but in combinations that you can indulge.

I'll tell you what I think when I do not think about anything. While it is too out of the afternoon to do anything. As you stand on her knees on the bed and tries to give form to your pillow. Any form. Now it looks like a small mammal. I was watching you. I know that not have to specify that I am speaking only of the natural numbers. I know you're listening, why do not you say anything.

- And after all, are not irreplaceable. If one day someone stole all six of the world, there would be no major upheavals. Who should be counted, it would pass directly from 5 to 7, without feeling any remorse.

I must have said something imperfect. You went from silence-ti-am-I'm listening to the silence-to-get-a-question. There is a morse code for the silences. A silent short, two long silences. The problem is the breaks.

- Are not you forgetting something?

- What?

- Do not think about those who live at number 6? Would not plus the way home! And the children of 6 years? Destined to be the same age forever! And those on the move, which lie 6 km of a highway? Without a chance to go forward or back! Their only salvation would be to find a release in the thousand meters. One of those leading to a remote village in the hills, with an unlikely name like Poggio pipette. They should invent a new life there, settle down, grow old and die there.

're making me feel a tyrant, and the feeling I am intrigued. But am I that I ripped the fabric of the lives of these people, trapped in the middle of the 6? I try to recover.

- There can be only positive things about 6. Maybe there a man who is falling from a building and is 6 feet off the ground. When the 6 disappears, it saves lives. If for every 6 disappears also a good 6 bad, the balance of the universe is preserved.

- And the couples who have met on 6? I still love you after?

- I do not know. To this I have not thought of.

- I feel that the lack of 6. I like the 6, is a nice number. Not as good as the 4, but beautiful.

Your pillow has flown a few feet from the bed. Do you lie beside me and reached out to my chest. A passing cloud in the sky that does not look like anything.

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A tree does not matter I will not tell you what to do with your knees. I just want to remind you that state is not good education.

The barbarian kings loved jewelry, especially those green, and hated the trigonometry test. There were just over designs and runes. The parents of the barbarian kings did not allow them to keep mobile phones, because they feared that could be distracted as they were going to be horse and dismounted. Then the king, out of pique, set fire every time the house of a poor farmer, left the smoking ruins a cat dressed in a white tunic. When the barbarian kings married, wives were very beautiful and very fat king. After a few years and their wives became very fat king then went to war. When they returned from the war brought a gift to their queens chocolate boxes and cassette tapes. All the jewels of the spoils kept them for himself, especially the green ones. Queens passed the hours listening to the tapes of Duran Duran and try on new clothes. The old women on the streets collecting pieces of magnetic tape, sewed them together, remixing them and then resold them on the day of the market, their wooden stalls. Young people holding hands as they had only their hands. The barbarian kings, than the hands, had huge consideration, and then were held in great consideration. The king did not take the barbarian queen barbarian hands, for fear that this parade their green-fingered rings. The saga of the barbarian kings ended when the tea was invented. The invention of the tea allowed men to create the country club and golf courses, from which the barbarian kings were soon excluded because of their speak loudly and their habit of using human eyeballs instead of golf balls.

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There are those who would eat the flowers, which are different from the Lotus-eaters. The only forgetting that they are interested in your ears full of wind. For example: The mondocielo, the voice of the verb to be in the wrong direction and can exist only in a rearview mirror.

There are ideas of reality that are a little 'lies, that can ruin an afternoon. For example: swim wearing the symbolic weight of a common animal.

There are moments, dirty mm thin, quenching anything within miles and do not need to dig to plant a seed. For example: "Stop ... ... Smile Without."

There are permutations of views that hide the tedium invisible to the imagination lazy. For example: the difference between being inside a cloud and stay out of watching someone in a cloud.

There are mistakes that take root, on which you can swing, in which you can nap, you can not break down because I used to play there as a child. For example: to stop groped with his hands, things are shaking. Groped to stop things, his hands trembling.

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A derivation of that circuit that is the soul, the piano. There at the piano there is good inside walled, and it is a mammal that, nurture a puppy accidentally gets his entire head inside the mouth. The piano is a stone and I am the pond. The philosopher asks: The piano is tension or calm? Someone from the gallery responds: There are things in the world who are expected to be raised from the bottom up. And then there are the piano keys.

No one ever, when you're waiting at the airport baggage claim, to be the first owner of the suitcase to come out. I think the airport staff put a dummy suitcase ahead of all others, acting as an anesthetic for the masses waiting.

It only remains to put all the numbers in the sky, and wait for the wind to solve the problem.

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Did you see that French woman with her strange way of eating an orange?

Death I picture in suspenders.

Some ships run aground so deeply that sometimes you forget the sea of \u200b\u200bever having been there. Ships run aground are the most proud are those who say "do not you dare tell me where I can or can not navigate."

The world decides where the water is, we decide what to get wet.

Speaking as a ghost: I too would prefer to infest a house. Being intangible does not mean not being lazy.

It 's a shame that the light should always come from somewhere. It seems so impatient. Ok when the light comes from behind your hair, as the fading of the molecules, but soft. Perhaps the light goes behind the home, as do snails.

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For lovers of spring, spring is a nuisance. Sometimes an identity is enough to challenge a field of poppies, a balloon made of chewing gum, a place recognized by the clouds.

I have a head, which is like a cup of tea. When things get interesting, it forms a cloud of water vapor on the top. Then of course there is also the cold, but that is looking back later, a cool head.

I would like to understand how the black influence on the passage of time.

I have a theory. I do not agree. I do not agree and I have a theory. I have a theory even when I have a theory, because I have a theory about why I do not have a theory. I have a theory even when I agree in theory, but then I do not agree. When I too have a theory that ends do not agree, why not just have a theory and it seems too easy. When I think too much about not agree that ends up not agree to disagree, because to disagree is not enough and it seems too easy. Everything might seem strange, but I disagree. Indeed one can easily explain, and I have a theory.

And what, on my giant drawing pad, you can always draw.

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They said that the hours were required to design, you could not get out. Yet in those same hours kept saying this thing about the vanishing points. I thought I was being put to the test.

Later I was told that they would run away, but I do not think it's fair to say that instead of running away when you are looking for something. The world outside was a mythological place, littered with collapsing structures, exposed wires, broken glass in the skin, high voltages. Of possibilities, in fact.

There were human inventions with a direction, such as roads, rails. I quickly learned that you had to respect the leadership, above all else. Do not cross the tracks, so it was written. Do what you want, but do not cross the tracks. You're not one of ours, if you dare.

chasing the things I liked, until they disappeared, or I did not disappear. Then I stopped and put me to sleep. I wanted to see me often, over a small wooden boat, black and white, and all around the placid waters. There was also the night sky, but the constellations changed each time. In the dream, I lay on the bottom of the boat, looked up and wondered what to worry about: of not having a port or a bank of destination, not knowing which way to row to reach them or have nothing to paddling.

I was scared of anything, I danced too. Dancing would not be a disaster if he had said he did not want to be dancers look like much to the waiters ... so nice and casual, and yet so similar to themselves. I never understood why they all need a pair of shoes for dancing.

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lovers of the desert do not know where to hide when the husband arrives in the desert.

Every drop that falls is a letter that was part of a word. The wet track after the rain is an epic rickety, the bed on which he has never cried no one is without a pillow under a leaky faucet in the night is the story written as a reminder that terrorizes the written history to forget.

I do not believe in the pages of books that fly away, the summer camps open June 9, the characters of the TV series that bear the names of philosophers. Elegance does not have trees planted along a straight line, rather than shoes four sizes larger. There are some mornings when I feel the cold gut gynecological air, when my thoughts remain attached to the symmetry of certain docks Stations A, as the language on the ice. Avoid passing in front of the newsstands, because I do not care fetishism daily for the past seven days and the great cosmic ejaculations of astrophysical away, beaten on the front pages of scientific journals without shame. I can not reconcile the city with me through that. Not justified by a single idea of \u200b\u200bthese corporations and a silence that made the slogan, stockings routes and stars on the shoes, the traffic islands and hiding in the bushes, the second floor of the coffee and the snow plastic, wandering with headphones on him and nowhere to put the jack. In the mouth, I feel in my mouth.

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How long

Hello traveler ....
much time has passed ... I reread and I want to write ... I feel affection for the previous posts and I do not know how, a sense of detachment. How
changed at this time, I'm a different person ... better, worse? I think the first choice but I'll leave to others.
It 'been a long and tiring ... and is still in full swing but, as stated in a recent song ... "I look in the mirror, I'm different, I'm better"
do not know if this will post followed by others or not ... because my way of communicating became different, direct ... I like to share and I like to do it in person, looking into her eyes.
And who wants to know ... did not need my blog ... but me.
And travelers passing through here ... I'm glad I read as a distraction and as food for thought or another ... but ... look out ... the sun has just peeped into the gray sky, the air begins to take that tone of voice that heralds a sparkling radiant spring ...
let his eyes wander to the beauty around you ... and the ugly, why not ...
feel good!
turn off the screen, the computer and let it enter my life ... the real one, one made of pure and strong emotions that you enter in the stomach and leave you astonished before the world of colors you can pervade ...
... Turn off the computer started to really live!
A smile ...

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The Ugly Truth

From Wikipedia:

A tactic is a method used to achieve certain goals. It applies to the war (military tactics), a battle or a duel, but also in economy, trade, sports, games and activities in a variety of fields such as negotiation.

The tactics are the means used to achieve concrete results fixed.
The dictionary of military terms of the Department of Defense [1] defines the tactical level as:

'the level where military battles and the war effort are planned and executed to achieve military objectives assigned to tactical units or task forces . "


The strategy is the overall project.
An example of the difference in a war against another nation, where the goal is to win the war, is one strategy that aims to destroy the army to neutralize its military capabilities and tactics put in place by fighters to perform specific actions in specific places.

According to Michel de Certeau, The strategy creates its own space, a tactic is a voluntary action determined by the absence of a proper place. The space of the tactic is 'the space of the other'. The tactics are so isolated actions that take advantage of the opportunities offered by the opponent.

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LIFE MUSIC Glitter in the air Hungry Heart



Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Closed Your Eyes And trusted, just trusted
Have you ever closed your eyes and you trust, trust, and that enough?
Have You Ever Thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever launched a handful of glitter in the air?
Have You Ever Looked fear in the face
Have you ever looked fear in the face
Said And I just do not care
and thought "Who cares?

It's only half past the point of no return
It's like being halfway to the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg tip of the iceberg

The sun before the burn The sun
before a burn The thunder before lightning

The thunder before lightning The breathe before the
phrase
The breath before speaking
Have you ever felt this way?
Have you ever felt this way?

Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?
Have you ever hated for having long look at the phone
You're whole life waiting on the ring to test you're not alone
A whole life waiting for a phone call to show you that you're not alone?
Have You Ever Been Touched so gently You Had to cry?
you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to Come Inside?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come in?

It's only half past the point of oblivion
It's like being halfway
oblivion The hourglass on the table
The hourglass on the table The walk before the run

A walk before the run The breathe before the kiss

The breathe before the
kiss And the fear before the flames
The fear before the flames
Have You Ever Felt This Way?
Have you ever felt this way?

La La La La La La La La

There you are, sitting in the garden
Here, sitting in the garden Clutching my coffee
,
With my coffee in hand
Calling me sugar
While you call me "sugar" You called me sugar

called me "sugar"
Have You Ever Wished for an endless night?
Have you ever wanted a night without end?
Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled tight rope That
Have you ever grabbed a lasso the moon and stars with strong and tight rope?
Have You Ever Held your breath and asked yourself will it ever get better Than tonight?
Have you ever held your breath and imagined if it can happen to something better than tonight?
Tonight Tonight

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Why can not always open his mouth, without paying the consequences.
Because sometimes need to sit and wait. Why compliance means
too.
Because it is easy to misunderstand.
Why is it easy to let go.
Why can not we always wear a mask.
Because I want to squeeze the life and live it moment by moment.
Why I'm hungry heart.

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You can trust me, I swallowed a padlock

We will now show how the word "love" represents a wildcard for all those who aspire to write a simile, or a witty aphorism. Following a demonstration by enumeration, the author trying improbable combinations. All'accorto reader is therefore left to judge the goodness of the thesis.

Love is like a tube of toothpaste, when someone uses it, the next time will be more 'hard to pull off something.

Love is like a box of waste: to meet someone who cares if they must wait for the night.

Love is like the water tank of water: it clears very easily, but after serving time before it can be used again.

Love is such as Ukraine: Are you sure it exists, but do not know how many people are inside.

Love is like hell, "From the outside it looked better."

Love is like a shell: you can hide in there, especially when trying to step on it.

works with everything, really.

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"As a child, cut out all the photos on which I could get my hands and pinned to the wall of my room. Vedermele I did not pass before my eyes when I lay on the edge of the river, to mirror . I felt great many strange stories to tell, and I already trusted more than he could carry the current. "

an accordion holds its breath for every moment that is not played. It can breathe only when the player releases the tapes that the lock itself into an embrace of leather.

"There were times when I stopped in the middle of a trail, I released my ankles from shoelaces and slowly crossed the bed of yellow leaves that grew during the fall. If someone had stopped and asked me why I did it, probably would have said: "Out of respect."

E 'a hug like crazy, like all things that you are sincere but they imprison him. I'm afraid when I think that the tool can talk to me, but not with me.

"religious desire to have long hair. I hated to swim in cold days, but I liked the steam droplets that settle on everything. I slid on the bottom, looking at the ceiling, floating and I was wondering feeling would see me waving my hair before my eyes as I imagined happened to the sirens. "