Saturday, March 19, 2011

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La Fortuna

I'm a lucky guy ... a lot!
... and if my luck will, I believe, even be considered "wealth", then I can define RICH: rich in friends, full of passion, full of tension ...
Without friends what we are fleeting and flickering: kindred spirits united with us in our everlasting and inviolable serenity ...!


not always some kind of anniversary celebrations to be amazing, yesterday I had a test: it took was a simple dinner in a restaurant just to make me feel so good, so close friends ...
I am happy ... very happy.





Friday, March 18, 2011

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Afternoon (gray) of one that will last. Equally


Your voice
tastes good.

falls delicate
flies over state of madness
sober every hallucination
and blends, shade for shade
respond to reason, maybe a little.

paths, shortcuts
spring mocking
the union of Italy
all over me
still alive in the timpani
the radio that your laughter spreads
shorter distances
than you ever imagined.

And then you.

The soul is there
session and thanked me

are grateful
of little elusive
skimpy nearby
of a smile in penumbra, the
its healthy

cosmic energy.

you seemed in a narrow
kissing one thousand strings in turmoil
high soft, serene .
contains all the sounds
astral movements.

Landing in the garden danced
roteavo open arms

open face and the rain and tears

seemed
(parevamo)
one.

16.03.2011

Thursday, March 10, 2011

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Tuscany Meeting February


With 'zinzinnino' delay here are the minutes of the last meeting in Prato ..
the project was below the wonder and the teacher was Barbara Profe


This my result .... cards simply fabulous, I have taken the same day by Patty ..
Hero just arrived, fresh and very very funny spring!


L 'albumin still have not stuck with the strip-strap
because I have to put photos and decorate ...


But how are these cards??
Ehhh??


Bello true ?????
Profe Brava!!


Then we celebrated the birthday of Simon and Barbara
(notice the lights instead of candles!)


Then the ritual of the ceremony concorsino Lo.

Since February, the month of love (?????????????)
the topic was, of course, love.

Participation: very little!!

And the winners are below ..
from third place to first.


During this time I'm not scrapbooking much, but I
found time to decorate this memo-board
lying in drawers for a while ...



All I do not mind, though, after a few hours
the spring metal
attacked with hot glue fell ..
then tried it with bioadhesive strong ...
miss what is up ..
so I understand that the material does not stick lavagnifero nuuulllllla!!

How I solved it??

Simple ...
every time I fall or the Tommi Place on !!!!!!

Kisses Women

Danio

Monday, March 7, 2011

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Today I feel so .....



are a burden to myself
are non-returnable container
I became great
without even realizing it


And now I'm here I look
grow my cellulite
my new awareness


How
time that has passed without my noticing how many
days were almost eternal
how much life I have lived unconsciously
how much life I've thrown away for nothing


are different from myself
are vacuum to lose
I became this
without realizing




Friday, March 4, 2011

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Yourself.


Each step, a turn of the key. A
sit empty-handed. One
beat of wings.

M'aggrappo the branch of rock
quant'anche true
prefer an old oak tree trunk with eyes closed
hold
trigger the gong and
stunning and scattered memories.

Lunch in front of my speech
(ringing in part)
vibrating metal between the ribs and
know which is the table on which to fight a waiter
flattering, coffee
two warm croissants and black sugar

pronounced frequency otherworldly.

swords are invisible
destroy the containers, those your twins, I could materialize there


loosening the leash a few millimeters or
the hinge that is keeping me
fixed to the edge.

remain solid, I laugh at my taste
volcano lava casts
fin'alle extremes
vents, fingerprints,
the couch not to take the anchor off
lip-
the dock of my dream and I

a helium balloon from the ceiling imprisoned

our voices echo far


contemplate the nice empty
the puddles on the roof of the garage
your hands to the face. Close the curtains


feel like making love with you.

03/03/2011

Thursday, March 3, 2011

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Sketch! (Updating ... delirium)

premise that things here do not seem to improve much (but even worse, for now) I'll a short summary of recent weeks:

-I lost (I know that it would not capitalized, but I like [you're so quiet, I]) a dear friend, a family member, a friend in times of great sadness ...
Yes, it was "only" a dog ... but I can assure you that is brought a piece of life ..

-I took back the reins of my responsibilities, at least on the "education" I do not know how long this wave of positive energy, but I'll try, meanwhile, trying to commit to the full. Dream
already a future away from this Italy!

-I discovered the beauty of the Internet as an information source (it is truly stunning, trust me!), Expanding my interests to 360 degrees.

-I re-discovered the pleasure (alas, very simple and devoid of "spirit underground) to read: it was like waking up after a long sleep, again heated by a passion to feel" real "... Fantastic, the books I blending in his hands as if I were mad (and three hours daily to help train a lot)!

-We decided to face another difficult challenge: a new "little brat" was added to the family: PABLO already fills us with happiness, draining our energies ...
Who knows, maybe you will even a picture!

... No other "news" for use in this context: not bad, right?






-K-