Thursday, March 17, 2011

Rowing And Neuropathic Pain

Thoughts of Italy.

March 17 Today we celebrate the sesquicentennial anniversary of the Unity ' Italy.

Personally I do not give a damn.
Probably because I am ashamed to be Italian.
Probably because I do not see what there is to celebrate when an entire party that is part of the government majority, does not identify with this event.

Why should I celebrate an event, not due to a spontaneous, popular, but imposed by force by the Italians in the north to the Italians in the south who were so good with the Bourbons? To become
then, thanks' s Union Italy, one of the poorest areas across Europe.
Caspiterina there really be that happy.
And again, where we are united in what? Politically we are a country split in half, without dialogue, convinced the two sides have reason on their side.
Until the day before yesterday, was debating whether or not the event to celebrate this day, not to lose the business day, when the layoffs reached record numbers.

Why not celebrate in Bolzano (Italy ) why do not we celebrate Lampedusa (Italy )
Why not celebrate the precarious, the unemployed, workers who are struggling not to lose their jobs, the disappointed, the marginalized . Why
Italians do not feel like me.
Why are tired of being taken for a ride by people who do not represent them, and never will represent them, because they have lost confidence and hope, like me.

While it is fashionable today the national anthem, I can think of a song Mr. G:
" I do not feel Italian, but fortunately or unfortunately I am .... ... "


Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Insurance Letter Samples Car Worth

furor eget

a cry!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
are here!
what I like to scream!

drive ...
eperdermiaportuensepercercare
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
another cry another race.

I like to mix, mix, knead,
I like to cook.
what we like to watch.

what is healthy to let go .......
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
I do not say please do not!
not say it!

and then run, dodge, I want to invent,
I want I want voglioooooooo
want to continue to shout

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
me want to eat tonight!
I want to digest, and disposed of, assimilate ...

cracked beaks of birds of prey,
trying to dig my carcass.
complain!

dementia where are you? Back!
augusta my art, gushes!
I only love you and every muse is envious

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

What Does Vladmodels Mean

rivers of rain

an empty bottle ...
tobacco ...
and the flavor of the night, all that mystifies and all strokes.
rains a heavy rain.
rest abducted by all the power that nature provides us.
the land it took him ages to form,
to make themselves beautiful it is ... and who knows with how much patience will become more beautiful.
the patience of Mother Earth ...
what we have to learn, in these days of frenzy ...
in this time travel ...

the night of untamed passions ...
to your joints ...
the caution to the terrifying fear of finding myself in my footsteps.
the mirror,
the words you cling to this soul,
and remain hanging as a banner of joy.

these stories, we know tell us to smile,
thoughts that can not deviate,
this rekindled that cigarette smoke makes me cough,
in silence ...

this rain, which never ceases to bear hardships in the ether, that does not scroll
thoughts ...
this rain I want to go out into the street and bathe and drink, and run without
catch your breath and pass out on the wet,
in to share a puddle gray
to savor that tar.

to that sun, that tomorrow will burn the calm face,
these shoulders, heavy pain yesterday,
to these hands, they do not know what to caress,
after tasting your skin.