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Tonight I throw myself .. Indeed, Lord Rupert

Melodrama.

Another year has gone more or less silently and age continues to change digit.

Things change, some remain static miraculously, other Evon still happen in a gestation charge of hope and illusion.

2010 .. round number ... even-numbered year ... person.

The significance of the fact that it is an even year is entirely personal. I do not know if I ever told publicly on the New Year and my theory on the difference between odd-numbered year and year ... no? Provides.

So, basically everything good in my life happened or not happened in an odd year, all but a few exceptions such as a diploma or special meetings .. or my birth (not a small thing I realize). However, usually I fear very odd years, I fear them because I see them as years of change, unexpected .. and I hate the changes, unexpected hate, hate the distortions. No, not true at all. I fear the unexpected negative fear transitions.

(Gigi, Alberto or, better, Gigi Alberto clear example of recovery after an accident. The unexpected and consequences)

corollary of this theory is the influence of the party last year on the fate of the following year.

Given that they are not superstitious, I do not eat grapes or lentils, which do not wear anything red, blacks that I have cats and reverse the salt in two cases, here, provided all this happens that my condition is worse on the stroke of midnight on December 31, the better the following year.

do not think there are forces and transcendental or mystical megnetismi behind all this is only an objective, empirical observation. This is not say that I autosaboto so the equation is realized .. at least not consciously.

strange people, moving to a strange, no?

They jumped the unpleasant things of the past year. Greet each other with enthusiasm and hope of the events next year only imagined. But why waste time then to imagine, design, engineer when the flow, the current events around mercilessly shocked? E mica necessarily negative.

O stasis, or the hurricane. Little middle ground, usually do not perceive.

year if I choose, I choose the hurricane.

grace, a sign on my account.

Ophelia

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Last year

The last day of the year they spend it.
In a city that slumbers and is unusually hospitable. In
there is hardly anyone around, and the everyday becomes unusual when there's hardly anyone around.

The last day of the year they spent working on the latest things.
to walk despite the rain.
to read the books I like.
To be calm and relaxed, with more sense of the rhythms, with a sound logic.

When comes the end of the year I always thought that is an important thing.
The new year, I say.
will come naturally because I value things for years.
My life, that of others. What's going on.
year by year. While

attack a new calendar on the wall, I do not think the passing of time.
Just this year my schedule is more colorful than the old one.
It suits me well.

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... it's also fun, as well as disturbing.

If you stroll around the few known streets of Trento, one can not fail to notice. In the end, marketing, advertising strategy is, and I agree that we must strike the attention of the passer / prospective client, but scary and suggestions in this way seems a bit 'too invasive.

the end I also go well Benetton Junior mini sweaters that hung on the tree. Overcome with relative ease also showcase Sisley for children where they are hung mini disco emo-haired white with no eyes and sat up balls of paper flying ... but Lord Rupert goes really well.

Nice is nice. Beautiful words .. we say that the old adage "nice stove that el pias brut that" here are suitable application. One type .. with repressed sexual frustration and tastes for clothing on which they may engage in panel discussions. Above the canopy can be discussed.

Someone must have mistaken for Raffaella Carrà, which led him to give a cut to the blond bob and decided never to love down to Trieste. I only know that it is a great pity, because so bald, Lord Rupert is still, if possible, more chilling.

(Lord Rupert from the helmet of gold in one of his classic poses ...)

In fact, apart from the absence of espressine (or rather, eyes), the most impressive thing is the particular positions that can take its joints. Lord Rupert the contortionist ... and are in fact convinced that her life was lived for most of the time inside a box.

The helmet of gold at Raffa, sorry, but it is exceptional. I really do not understand why it was taken away.

Perhaps the warm Caribbean to which Rupert has migrated to overcome the bitter cold of winter Trentino persuaded him to cut a less demanding .... plating a platinum blonde bob with a moisture to the stars I know that is not at all easy.

The poses softpornoattore then complete the characterization of the character.

Lord Rupert, dirty old man of wood without eyes and the ability to be able to rotate their necks (as well as wrists and ankles) to 360 degrees.

I will not make any comment on the imagination of the boxer ... I do not think it is needed.
Trento, a city that always offers wonderful surprises!

Listening .. ♫ ♪

Ophelia

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tomorrow could be worse ... it could rain!

I know that consistency is not my intimate quality .. but I am willing to return, at least, I'm thinking of trying, leaving the outcome to chance and without promise.

I changed the blog title, to score in its renewal. New era, my personal prophecy Maya .... here today is December 21, 2012, the known world ends and another begins.

So much for "do not make promises, you have no expectations" ... I'm bothered even the apocalypse!

I have absolutely no desire to update any of the events of recent months, partly because they are so boring and stagnation impressive. A static and vicious confusion.

A news, however, the do: I bought a small camera. Small is an understatement, a pet name to send the mother-daughter love I have for the creature ... not because is really small ... is actually a nice monster concentrated in technology and lens cover you! I called Sandy and she is also reviving my Flickr account.

Today snow, sun and moving shots. Yesterday, shoes and gifts. The day before yesterday, Happy Birthday to all.

(intuitively this is a step in the movement today: the jump of the Wolf. Fortunately, there are those who assist in me ...)

I love the new post to Blogger formatting. I estimate Blogger. Thanks Blogger. A bit 'of pandoro Blogger? No, Blogger does not seem fat at all, the one slice you can afford! How would you like Blogger!

Listening ... ♫ ♪

Happy Holidays!

(Xmas) Ophelia

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walking


Sometimes, especially at the back, I like to make me walk.
walk on the sidewalk for a quarter of an hour, and I run to the road that otherwise would on a crowded tram.
If it were not for the smog, the smell of exhaust and noise from Dante's circle, is pleasant to walk to this part of the city.

When I do this way, step in front of an embassy.
front of the entrance, two soldiers stationed.
I pass every time.
They are young, much younger than me.
And in the hand have a huge machine gun. A real weapon, coarse mica that does not happen always to see real guns.
Security, they say. More soldiers on the streets.
But I am afraid when I see these children dressed in green with a long black cane.
Every time we pass by, I think that the object can kill people.
fact, I think there have just created that object to kill people.
not that has other functions. Pure
a brick if you head into the nose can kill you. But not for what they built.

So when I pass them I always feel like I look bad.
And then imagine that for some reason one of these shoot me from behind.

Yesterday I made a Christmas gift.
Shortly after passing the embassy, \u200b\u200bI found a stand on a CD that I like a lot, and I no longer know how long have not bought an original disc. I paid three
€.
I have not thought about the military and their machine guns.
Then it rained all night.

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Nail

This morning I leave home to go to work.
opened near my house recently a new shop.
The inscription on the small sign that serves as a sign reads " Nail .
The thing that comes to mind is something similar to surgery.
As if for some reason or some illness at some point you fall off the nails.
pernso So these brave warriors who do this difficult job but fundamental to the community.
I do not know of stories of nails falling off, and I already know that the nail does not mean that.
E 'treatment aesthetic, something similar to fake nails, but much more professional, beautiful and artistic.
I wonder as I walk, how many women may have this kind of passion, so as to justify the opening of a shop that does just that.

Then I get in the subway , and the crowd of people huddled beside me there is a girl. In
hand has a mobile phone.
Strange I think, is even below the ground. But she
type and type.
So, curious, lengthen a bit 'look. He
deleting sms. All sms
of a person.
Trying to force my astigmatism, I seem to read the display always the same sender: " Love."
Delete messages automatically.
But first reads the contents briefly, a volunteer flagellation of words before you delete them forever.
It moves fast on the keys, and fingers has blue nails.
Grosse, unnatural. Painted to perfection, full of care and artistic decorations.
Nail , I think.
was not done to rebuild a broken love affair.

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tonight

I like the bitter cold of recent days.
I find it real and alive.
you stick on me, but it is sincere.

If you ask me how my life changed last year, I drink a sip of my beer, and then began to speak.
seems secure in his gestures and manner, but gentle, and I do not know where to start. I speak and say
sent a lot of different things, but as I say, it's me I'm trying to bring order and try to understand how it changed my life last year.

are poor in concepts and words, but I'll have a world that screams.
I can not be blamed, if I try to confine an explosion inside a box.

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The time

I started this blog as a writing exercise.
To write, to have a space to write reflections, and share them with others.
E 'for almost a month since the public anything.
not have the time.
Maybe there I would have a better organization of course, but this is not the point.

Time is the most precious resource we have. I wrote the S. once in an email, and I recognize myself in this statement.
time for yourself, time to reflect.
seems that the time is never enough, crushed by the work, commitment, and lots and always necessary.
And then you are wrong because the time is not enough, why do not you have done something you wanted or needed, or just because you have done everything, but they are finite energy.

I promised myself that I used the time well.
Because everything is important, even lying down and close your eyes, five minutes.
I promised myself that never again would be crazy to be anywhere, for the things that overlap.
Nevermore I lose time to myself, whatever that means.

I'm trying, not always, I am succeeding.
But that's something.