Thursday, December 30, 2010

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Sydney

Whether to 'go back to that no one has checked the passport or ticket (ticket so to speak, as is required to have the book number) here I found the Asian RyanAir, the Tiger, not an economic as Ryan but with the same procedures.
In Sydney I visited an old Italian friend, Colin, who had not seen for years, last time was in Amsterdam. I remember looking like the old days and talk about 'the dialect, I scarrozzato for the city of beaches and beer, I found my favorite beer in Australia, the Cooper Ale and Bourbon preferred the honey. I was invited to lunch and BBQ between a multi-ethnic group, including Indian and Filipino drivers or dishwasher but not successful people, in fact I was the only work without faffing around.
The city is beautiful, perhaps the favorite in Melbourne, there is more wind and air do not know but the sea of \u200b\u200bsnow. Pro in living in Australia: high salary, good quality of life, corruption is minimal, press freedom, people do their facts Marduck (owner of OZ TV) is not in politics; against: The health system is a bit 'pay, you only have 2 weeks of illness to' year and being close to the ozone hole you have to check the skin every year, high risk of skin cancer (it will be just like africa ol'argentina, but on certain flying things) the end I probably should not have the money to buy the house, the neighbors who have put in place on your own, have corruption in every area but go to the doctor for free, enjoy the sun without burning the Oglio River and stay at home sick if I do not want to go to work. Italy at the end is not bad if you have the money, a permanent job and owned two houses as a disease you only have a cold ... maybe it's better that I'm here a little 'time.
We would live but do not give me the working visa.
Here, as in NZ and the U.S., they give you a tourist visa if you have no criminal record, if you get caught without, you can not return for three years, if they catch you at work, wait 10 years, if you stole it no longer came, if you kill you kill, it is not true that only in America (without source) If you arrive you are greeted with the boat and if you have a valid reason you sent home, he does not care if you say that you have no home, no food and there's a war going on, is not a valid reason because if you do not have the money to stay there you do not want, if you are over 30 years do not want you because if you're a woman, your reproductive system is slow and if you are a man hurts back on Friday, if you have more than 60 years you have to pay a bonus of $ 20,000. Italians are good, they give an opportunity to thieves and murderers, and also give you an allowance and a house, otherwise the 50 Chinese where you put them to work, will the government feels guilty for what Charlemagne Marco Polo or have done in the past (ed vs Aboriginal Australia) or the church with the crusades did a little 'to kill kill here and there, in the name of Lord Valdemoro clear, even to the church might think ... even women and children I hope not.
It 'better to do always what' you want, but always want what 'you do'. (Tolstoy)

Thursday, December 9, 2010

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the Great Ocean Road Melbourne

There once was a punctilious English, French a French, a Dutch giant, a Colombian girl and an Italian woman perfect in every respect on a trip with a Wicker (translation: evil) motor home to the Great Ocean Road for five days between
kangaroos hopping around the tent early morning (the perfect obviously has to sleep in the camper) and colorful parrots A4 hopping on the table during breakfast. For breakfast I have kept the style of San Cristobal, and banana bread and since I needed a splash of energy plenty of nutella .. ops is why I called gordita!?!
The weather was not the best and the Antarctic wind certainly did not help much but, again, a bow in front of nature and as they say here ... BBBBBBiutiful. The
Ocean Road skirts the southern state of Victoria and the view is lost at a distance between cliffs and stone bridges formed by the years. On the way back we crossed a national park and hence the way for Koala (Not at all cute teddy bears, but rather as fierce as bears) Wallabi (gray kangaroo) that you like cats crossed the road and stopped to fix the lights. ... Wake up you're a Cangurino a meter is not a cat of twenty centimeters! All surrounded by woods, eucalyptus and rocky hills. A great trip, mostly for places for people, the Adelita was something else.
You can not discover new oceans Unless You Have the courage to lose sight of the shore

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

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Australia (Aussie, Oz) as the States is great and even here, there's room for everyone and even more, large houses with large gardens, it is spring, and then everything is in bloom, there is an air of snow (and here comes the air directly from the South Pole and is not much) and how crazy you go out with the sun in March, but bring an umbrella.
People are educated, speak an accent a bit 'rough (sorry but I went to Harvard), lead to raises, the aborigines are only 2% of the population and mostly drunk and aggressive (non-source to check, I only met him a 'Aboriginal tourist office, not drunk but not Miss Congeniality) 50% are of Chinese origin (Asia is short, so are all the same) and make the breakfast with a cream base yeast. The vehicles are expensive and after months I found a market where there is any kind of food one wants, here I can do all the recipes I want and I am sure to find all the ingredients from anywhere in the world, the north is a Caribbean climate and thus the fruits of the season between apples and sad pears (I only like the chocolate), there are avocado and mango. Unfortunately I do not have the pace and then there is not no dancing and no singing, but maybe I was too well accustomed to singing with the Argentines in Mexico.
Cs activity at the start and then this very meeting, meetings and trips to the country.
The Country side (campaign but this is more so) is as low Brescia's campaign, but with sheep instead of cattle farms and villas that are very large and a small house between There all the other hurricane (my village) as a field, without corn, but with grass and sometimes you can drive along the Po Valley to meet a villa. In Melbourne I met King Ara known in San Francisco, Jan met in Arizona and Natasha met in Vietnam three years ago ... small world is not it? Michele
a Roman boy put me up in his uncle's house Italo-Australian big man and another Australian, lovely people, together we made some trips out of town with friends of the family home on the mountains of Abruzzo and around the city.
uncle and perhaps as other Australians whose parents speak a dialect of Italian origin, I have almost never heard an accent from Brescia even in the States, but the Neapolitan and Venetian yes. Where are the immigrants in Brescia .. Russia? I must inform you in which city the Foreign Oil Beef or Tinea is a famous dish in the oven as the pizza ol 'Amatriciana. I could import it, not the tench but the recipe!
But real travelers departing from and for just: hearts mild, similar to balloons that only moves if ever, they always say "Let's go," and do not know why. Their desires are the shapes of clouds.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

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Andrew (IV parte)

plane was cold. The air conditioning was pumping at the most, as usual. But the boy just was not going to wake up, asking permission to fat sprawled on the seat next to her, open the hat and pull out from the pack that fucking sweatshirt with the hood, no one knows how, he could always slip in the bottom of all . But he did not even to resist in addition to freezing temperatures. He had goose bumps. He looked muscular biceps, forearms a bit 'too hairy for her tastes, but many males, there was not that mean, two bracelets and a spring that had given the black with dreads in the square in front of Notre Dame in an attempt to scrounge some coin. And he smiled half asleep. Those bracelets at the end he liked, even though they were not exactly his kind. Although some beads in the sequence of red-yellow-black-green flag of Jamaica had lost color and white as old mints were getting sucked, he liked. He also liked his Fred Perry orange with the white crown on the left nipple which was pendant with white shorts to the knee. He also liked how the wrist was at his Tag Hauer, just got as a graduation gift: it was so chic, but still did not understand what the fuck was silent. His new look with salt and pepper goatee on his face a bit 'tan liked. In short, we liked a lot with his air of good guy, a man of the world, from one who has traveled, who lived here and there for a while, 'he knew a bit' of people and only for them believe they already know how the world works. He liked to with that body, dry air and that his elegant way of moving from an adult gay resolved and cleared through customs as they say? Yes exactly and while there was also the fart could clear the nose as a citizen of the Old Continent, once landed in America.
Not to mention the guy with the shaved heads, the nose, the mask with goggles, earphones of the i-phone-white-and those still in my ears and the tattoo-tribal Maori, you say so? - that the cut in the middle of the calf for the long and wrapped herself in a circle on the mallelolo-will it hurt? - well what he liked a lot. But otherwise it was better not to think he was tough enough to go to get a blowjob in the bathroom. And the bathroom of the plane is not known so comfortable. And then it was bitterly cold ...
He turned in search of a hostess and saw the wiry businessman sitting across the hall with his poop green suit, lace-stained chromatin poorly drawn and do not miss those, unforgivable socks azure! How awful, she thought the boy. Better to focus on the beat to make the flight attendant on the air conditioning, ice age and so on. Who knows what effect will that beautiful blonde with blue eyes that still sculettare back and forth down the hall with his air Teuton is so unlucky that on the cock. Capers around her like a script to his chair, turns off the little light blinking call with a flick and mechanical that it can not, however, hide a certain amount of trouble and tries to smile. But we can only half: with the mouth. The eyes keeps them fixed on your polo crown with white, your white shorts, your teeth white and your white goatee. But then sends you a fruit of that capocabina, thinking that with its queer manners and consumed his speech affected you and you better understand the end to break my balls. Instead it only makes you more angry. But you like to show too polite and elegant way to make a scene. And then you look at him as he observes. You would be so out of hand, even in the bathroom of the plane. Indeed, perhaps there is more excitement and who cares if you're close, so we would knee him in the end and you should not even flush the toilet. That those with thin hands and well cared for, saws and blow jobs have to be his specialty, but Irina Palm. " And the shit that you was already being hard, peeping out from under the white canvas of Bermuda goes down and disappears into his underwear. So ends that say you do not do anything, now is better and you riaccoccoli your chair. He smiles with his teeth white from his shirt pocket and pulls out his white business card with his mobile phone on back cover, "for anything you can serve in the Big Apple ... Daniel Sanchez, but you call me Dan"
Let him go, then allowed to get fat, you get up and go to close the bathroom.
shots off the ball of cocaine from the pocket of his shorts and with the calling card of Dan you lie two white lines on the axis of the toilet and shoots, covered by the noise of the flush, while your plane pulls on a bench clouds in the sky over New York.
"Thank you Dan, but I have everything I need."

Friday, November 12, 2010

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Little Miss Adelita

What's better than a trip to the beach aboard a '70s VW van? If we then add the compañeros travel are un'argentina Boluda, Sofia Norteño two Mexicans, an Argentinean los LICS grumpy, Che Gerardo already you could say that is great, I conclude with a flourish, saying that the goal is one of my most favorite city in the world, Mazunte, as you can not fall in love a village that gives name to the pharmacy Farmazunte. We have also uploaded two Argentinian blonde, one of two called me "Gordo" (chubby)
1 to 10 as far as I can be nice? The ten hour trip was pleasant and the other between a mate, long lunch break a river and we camped for the night by squatters in a Palapa on the beach. The dinner is popular with Mexicans made up of maize, beans and eggs, if had to eat them so of course .. always accompanied by corn and tortilla de watered by Caguama, birrozzo one-liter, named after the great turtle. A
Mazunte the camp was not the least, shade tent, use of fire, shower and sea view and have since become addicted, wifi nearby. I can live without a telephone and television but a peek at the mail I have to give, so just to see who thinks and I know a little 'facts of others. I was the Cocinera all the time and not because I wanted to wash the dishes of beans, but because one day is more than enough and I must say that we are treated well, including pasta with camarones! Delighted by the culinary compliments, I have asked how do I know how to cook well and the response was that I was born eating well, that's why Italians opened restaurants everywhere, but good things simple, all the ingredient, olive oil is worth double. What I'd never done if I had been alone a tour to see the dolphins ... and I saw them! Many, all together, of course with my super swimming skills (ask for the reimbursement to the swimming instructor and Chiari idiot) I've seen them a few meters, the other not, more agile we swam close by, but I heard them, I think I took the piss! Watch the human gordita who can not breathe through the snorkel! If you take, you parilla to do! In fact, the dolphin meat is harmful, contains Mercury, I was a child I always played there (many broken thermometers) and when I was a thermometer in hand, I would break it to keep the mercury in his hands. Mercury, asbestos, drugs withdrawn from the market, the children of the seventies have antibodies in more parentheses asbestos in most of South America is still in use and abuse. Dolphins, turtles, fish and coral in mating, and if it were not for seasickness was all perfect, not a lover of the mountain, you know, now I also hinders the sea, the river Oglio I almost drank it all child, the lake is cold, the campaign has so many insects, the city I close the pores of the skin, oh well I'll stay in the car! And the trip out of town was closed between kisses and hugs with the hope to meet them again along the way and how the ending of Little Miss Sunshine, no matter how different we are, we are a family and after a case of cauama even more.
course I could not leave Mexico without
still stop in San Cristobal to celebrate again with my Los argentinos farewell.Un goodbye to the American continent between empanadas, tamales y hot dogs, including Pinche mexicano, fucking gringos y boludos Argentina between salsa and cumbia y Caguma between Goose Island.
Maybe my environment is because the airport to reach the next continent, we will spend two days in Auckland and the airport is the best, you sleep comfortable and give you ilo Toblerone JB and free!
I think I need to find a bigger place 'cos When You Have More Than You think you need more space

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

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Andrew (III parte)

Finally there it was the landlord of calmly talking about this and that with an elderly gay man, vaguely effeminate as those of his generation.
The boy saluted, but again no one seemed to him the case. Strange, he thought. She had not noticed surveillance cameras nor there or upstairs. Anyone could grab anything and go away undisturbed, as far as I knew him. Possible that the owner was so sure of honesty of his customers not to worry about who came and what was he doing? Yet even now he was paying attention, despite the boy was there to dig into every corner of the store, touching and moving objects of any kind: delicate, fragile, even some ancient and precious.
gay man-or rather the homosexual what do you call all those in their fifties, but as he had noticed. Continues to cast glances mellifluous and sometimes, at least so it seemed to him, clearly interested. Not if I was imagining. It was not one of his daydreams, that. He was there in the flesh, he was sure. But for a man was transparent, like an inanimate object on display in any store: practically an invisible man. For others, however, was the object of desire. It was just the testosterone to make it visible? Only the irresistible allure of sex did it really exist?
"Coito ergo sum" thought the boy and smiled affettatamente, staring at the old homosexual in the balls eye, and slipped a large bronze doorstop in the pocket of big-blue jacket and went, this time without saying goodbye. He had taken the first thing that had happened to shoot, so for fun, just to see what happened. If it was the invisible man, this was the time to try it. The homosexual imperceptibly slowed the rhythm of his chant myeloma incorrect Moscow with his antiquarian friend, stretching the right pauses between all those super, pa-of-way and a number-with-words-on-a-l'accento that peppered the speech and made her the pecolla the boy, but said nothing. She looked just stealing that doorstop, not daring to do nothing.
a glance that this was an accomplice, pitiful, despicable or accusatory, but he could not tell he had learned yet another lesson about gay and about himself. Gripping the stolen goods in his pocket as he ran down the stairs of the Paris underground and then up the stairs of the plane that would take him to New York, the boy could say with complacency typical of all young people who feel invincible -invisible-or perhaps an unspeakable pleasure of trying to steal something for the first time in his life. But most had to admit to himself that he felt a secret pleasure in seeing how the old fairy had left him to do. Despite being an eyewitness of a robbery, the man the slave of desire, under the thumb of testosterone, a victim of sex he preferred to close both eyes rather than to accuse a fellow, although it was clear that the boy would never have been possible for him to prey. Neither possible nor probable too young, too sexy, too good to be true. At least for a gay old man like him.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

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Andrew (II parte)



After the argument, the boy took his flight to New York. With stop-over in Paris. There was already a child with his family and then as a teenager in a school trip but would not have lost anything in the world the opportunity to review the City of Light finally alone. He loved to travel alone. Rather than travel to the truth he loved to get lost. Going around in circles, aimlessly, without maps, without anyone asking for directions. He went around the streets silent, but with the ears and eyes open: open windows let in the world where rivers of voices and waves of life. The lives of others.
Every sound, every image was carrying handfuls of memories, like pieces of wood washed ashore by the current. He watched everything, every person with an attitude so hungry with a desire so as to be painfully throbbing with life palpable, so much so that sometimes he felt uncomfortable himself. Often felt that indescribable sensation of shame, especially when traveling in northern European countries: France, Holland, Sweden. He wondered if that's so eager to see or rather to devour the lives of others was not too excessive, rude, brash ... if you could not even be unwelcome in the eyes of those people so reserved and quiet, so strangely silent in comparison Italians like him. But instead no one seemed to notice. It seemed unbelievable, but people did not make the case to him, much less to his discomfort, and eventually became convinced that it was his way of traveling alone, with its backpack on his shoulders and his secrets locked inside, to make it invisible.
This time in Paris wanted to do an experiment. He went into a trinket shop on the edge of the town: a flea that had once been a well antiquarian declared as the pompous gilded wooden sign posted on the door, but now only sell frames and bronze orb in dusty among piles of rotten, smelly fur. The whistle of a bird recorded unidentified surprised him and pulled at a smile, garrulous tone and modulation of the sound that gave him welcome when he opened the door and flicked the mechanism, reminded the whistle of appreciation that the boys were Sicilian arrival of Monica Bellucci in Malena, who had seen the film on DVD on the evening before leaving, to relax the nerves before the argument. She looked in the mirror in wood frame oval in front of the shop door and smiled to himself, noting the difference between the boy from his body, made awkward by the oversized blue jacket and the backpack, and the sinuous forms of Bellucci in tight skirt and heels high and uneven gait sculettando on the pavement of the promenade of this Sicilian village after the war. Maybe he lost even a laugh-but he was sure of this-uttered a sound "Bonjour" to register gracefully to the shop owner that he saw, but was well be in there somewhere. Yet no one noticed him. After a good ten minutes, spent to review each of the first floor of the shop, his interest gradually diminished until they disappeared entirely from view of quell'inquietante stuffed hawk, perched on the iron railing on top of the stairs. So he decided to get a look at the basement, where it came from a muffled chatter.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

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Andrew (I parte)

came on the day of the thesis. The boy had worn the dress in fresh blue wool of Romeo Gigli. The shirt with thin red lines under the jacket with the collar unbuttoned him look elegant but informal, suitable to stress by playing down the solemnity of the occasion. He wanted his mother, his brother and his best friend to join the discussion of the thesis. Silvia understood the solemnity that his friend wanted to give that first successful conclusion of his life. In fact the boy had chosen a cut to his original thesis that in addition to a theoretical part consisted in creating a real campaign for the launch of a line of jackets and ski suits for children. He wanted to combine art to sports fashion, represented with the colors of modern painters and paintings with quotations from contemporary writers, the ones he loved most. He wanted the state of the art el'artisticità that must have fashion, even the sports for children. So in the print campaign colors of Kandinsky color the behavior of the young skiers in the approach to sloping, Kristiana In the TV commercials the voice of his friend actor sued the slogan of Magritte. The vivid imagination of "KROMICK" loomed decided, in the sun radiating center of the "O" oval like the earth at the equator, the stylized splashes of color on the white snow of Kandinsky. The boy presented with a prompt and resolute tone his creative strategy and his ideas. The fruits of his intellectual pursuits and his classical training echoed in the stylish graphics of the brand and the careful choice of colors for jackets and ski suits. The style of the campaign was extremely refined, too high for an audience of consumers so young and uninformed about modern, and perhaps also for the audience of examiners clumsy and flattened in the typical attitude of old academic distracted and listless. Silvia, who had followed step by step preparation of the thesis and shared all the excitement and passion that had taken, considered wasted love for the culture, the quest for knowledge and spirituality of his friend, in front of faces absent from the committee. But for all that the boy was a revenge on the uncertain steps of his new life in Rome and his previous experience as an athlete. He wanted to show everyone his mature student.
At the end of the approval had raised a little 'amazed and envious of the whole committee, earning the praise. Finally satisfied, beaming showed his loved ones. His brother always contained in expressing his feelings, to have recognized him with affection over the finish line of the studies he was three years off-course in Electronic Engineering -. Mom in her dress with white cuffs with seafood, so small next to him high, we held him embraced. Silvia enjoyed his satisfaction and that of his family.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

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San Cristobal

And here I am in San Cristobal de la Casas, Chiapas, land of fighters and community proud of roots claiming their independence. During the rainy season it rains in Chiapas! Without stopping! And so the damp but beautiful San Cristobal welcomed me. City relaxed and relaxing festive and perfect for partying. The population is divided among the clubs that make the facts of its own, that integrate with the local tourists, tourists who think they are local tourists and tourists who now are no more. French riot of blond dreadlocks who believe themselves gypsies in the Balkans, in Italy the majority of people living in San Cristobal would be called hippies or sballoni, here they are defined alternative Radical Chic and of course street artists. I started working here, not one job but three, one at a hostel in exchange for room and board and pay that is not bad, the other in a bar cinema, pay, free film and dinner and top it off me are also passed off as professor of Italian, Italian courses a go go, and all for the big pay € 150 in total. WTF! The hostel where I work Besides being beautiful in itself is also surrounded by beautiful people, guests are now part of the staff, we have dinner and go out together. For my birthday, people have just met a party I even received some fantastic gifts! I also celebrated my first trip, I must say to my surprise, a year ago I never thought the trip what it was. It was a good year, a full year, a special year, we also make a special year for the next, someone wrote that does not necessarily have to go around the world, but around the world helps or helps meet different people, or just have a different relationship with life, with those around you and the place you live here.
Good Things in Life Are not Things

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

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Sogno n°6


I am resting in the garden of a villa. Huge and very well maintained. At the head of the hedge which forms the border of each bed of fresh clippings, there is a small tree trunk and crown thin by the perfectly spherical shape, shaped by expert cutters. I am leaning with his head to one of these soft green balls. But instead of being as green as the leaves pittosporum that compose them, these balls are made of indigo feathers. Not blue, not purple, but his indigo: one seen only in the rainbow. These are the feathers of birds of paradise-tropical species that the long tail and the crest-velvety who bought the ball carved in the Italian garden of the villa for us to their nest. Before me is a stretch as far as the eye of nests indigo soft and smooth as velvet. It 's beautiful I think, but then I think I will have all the feathers hair was full of their excrement. In fact, I get up and I touch your hair with disgust: in fact my head is full of small white grubs and I want to wash my hair. I must find water, a bathroom and even if reluctantly, I must leave the tranquility of the park and the beauty of that wonderful view. There is a train waiting for me. A luxurious first-class-only train, such as Orient Express. The conductor has already been booed and I must hurry to rise. As soon as they are on, I find the bathroom and wash my head, very pleased. The train literally flies over the city like a monorail which are seen only in Japan or in science fiction. I see the windows wide and spacious slide out at high speed the roofs of Milan, the spire of the Cathedral and then Venice, Bruges, Amsterdam in rapid succession until the train made a brief stop for lunch in Belgium. Suddenly out of the dining car is a patio full of plants, covered by a curtain and lit by dozens of candles flickering in the breeze in the afternoon. It 's all more than perfect! And suddenly the dream changes.
disembark from the open countryside, near Palermo. The rails bordering the park of the villa of a noble woman friend Antonemilio. But I must have arrived late and he is not waiting for me. In its place quell'invidioso meeting of Nello and it makes me uneasy. For more about me is a whole swarm of super Nobilon with toffee-nose me up and down reciting their necklaces of pearls between her fingers. I have to be arrived very late for the buffet and tables are just sweet and I dive there, hungry as they are increasingly attracting the eyes of the haughty gentleman who leave the room grumbling, leaving me alone. Even the shadow of Anton. In the next room there's a girl behind a counter of glass that invites everyone to come closer to admire its precious stones. They are diamond, topaz, emeralds and cubic zirconia. Everyone is coming, it aspires to two or three mo 'cocaine and then slips a round mirror in the nostril to be able to see the stones from the inside like a magnifying glass. I am curious and approached the girl beckons me to try. To my timid and useless protest-no, the stones are too precious to me-she responds with a snort and a shrug of the shoulders, making me feel if possible even more uncomfortable than before. I do. So, awkwardly grab a large turquoise stone and I put it in the left nostril, but I can not keep up the good loupe round to view it from within. Uscirmi begins to nose bleeds. Turquoise is too big and I must have pulled too high. Finally comes behind me Anton. "What are you doing?" And helps me to slowly take away the stone from the nostrils, pushing down on the fins of the nose. I'm afraid to get dirty with blood shirt, but I can get to the bathroom without damage.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

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New bases for miniatures

I am ap
roporre today a collection of bases designed and built to beautify the historical figures of soldiers and friends models, but also for the soldiers Fantasy. I just want to be able to determine the dimensions of the mold based on the measure.




Getting Sick Often, Hiv?

Luca (III parte)


"Once I dreamed of, you know? He had a pair of white shorts and t-shirt was also white. I waved from the sidewalk across the street, but it was full of cars that sped between us and I could not cross. That's right, I greeted myself with my hand I saw him slowly fade across the sidewalk. But I noticed that she smiled. "
The boy had never spoken with anyone so much as with Luca. They talked all day and nights. They understood each other without saying a word. Accomplices drugs or the innate sweetness of Luke, the boy managed to talk out his deepest fears, her most unmentionable fantasies, their deepest desires. Loved and was loved unconditionally. So when the fever broke out in August did not care that much. Luke lovingly cared for as usual and when the situation worsened, accompanied him to the emergency room and held his hand throughout the hospitalization and convalescence in hospital.
E seemed so genuinely surprised when the doctor told him that the boy had contracted HIV and that he also agreed to take the test. It was the last time the two were seen.
of recycled paper in booklet that he brought to the hospital Luke confessed he had never done the test and would never have done. Briefly hinted at that meeting for paid sex, the night he had decided to do away with the overdose. That man had promised him double the money if they did so without a condom but then reneged when they had finished the speech. That he was pissed off bad and finally the Sardinian had slammed the money at him and said, "So what you had to give I've already given."

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

When Does Bactrim Leave Body

Luca (II parte)

their natural history went on after that night. The boy learned to appreciate the irony of Luke which is easily transformed into depression. Luca worked in a men's clothing store in the center but to hear he was working "on the road like a whore."
Now was the clerk in the store that had previously been owned by him. He had to sell the city walls to pay the debts of the drug. He had tried everything in a slow, inexorable escalation before coming era.
"So, one day, just to prove a friend in a basement."
That shit first sent him to heaven, then did the scorched earth around. Without more work, no friends, nor the support of her family-her mother and brother had not spoken to-life had become such a hell that had decided to end it. It was prostituted to get by and get the money that the overdose would send to the creator.
about to stop him from that suicide was the death of Marcus, his companion of pears, probably the same as the past had HIV. Mark had become fooled by a dose of G, another drug derived from the chemical detergent to clean the windows that Luke went to try the boy with the dropper and only after having made a million recommendations. Luke told him that Mark was not a tramp like him.
"He was a son of upper-class Milanese and dad had the paranoia of being caught from the chaff. This is why we made at home before going out, so we came clean at the disco and could get high without thinking. That both were always good friends to help him if he felt bad. Yeah. Trust a dick "Luke snapped.
"They were only after her money. And he did not know him well in your opinion? Only the rich as all that makes if the singing and if he played it, denying the truth even to himself, "he continued.
"I felt it for a week but he traveled often and was not so strange. And then he was often on his cabbage. Wrote. But that night was the last Saturday of October and Mark would not have lost the buzz for Halloween nothing in the world. I called him. The messaggiai. I went to ring the intercom. Nothing. Firefighters had to break down the door with an ax. We found him there. Nude in the bathtub with the dead flies in the glass with the G. He had paid too high a dose in orange juice or do not know, maybe a heart attack, collapsed. Or maybe it just slipped in the bathtub, banged his head and there remained. Drowned in 20 feet of water. But can you? "
Luca said that he had loved Mark and not for his money. He had never wanted to accept so much so they had to sell the store. He loved his candor, his integrity, his unwavering trust in friendship. Mark had written a text message the day after they met. Simply put, as was his style: "Friendship is a matter of chemistry. Like ours. "
" Love not. Mark did not believe it. "
Luke had also tried to get engaged to him, but it was short lived. The sex was great, the 'friend had a dick as a black-but Mark liked younger, much younger than him.
"Maybe because subconsciously wanted them to be the father he had never had. "
In a rare moment of weakness he had confessed to Luke that the only caresses it had received was when his father had stretched the skin of the face to show him how to shave.
not talked about it ever again. It was part of the unwritten rules of their friendship.
"For the friends that Mark would kill. It gave no limits but in return demanded so, so much. Not everyone understood and when they had finished to take advantage of his money the spring for a more richer. He suffered immensely and ended in disappointment for the home for a month. Then he gave a party farewell and changed the city. Whenever illusions that that was the right city for him. Milan, Rome, Amsterdam, London, Paris, Barcelona, \u200b\u200bNew York, Sidney. Where it went. And every time the city was the next right. "
Luca had been behind until he could no longer follow.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Sciatica Using Tampons

Luca


between Gold and the pills had been Luke. When their story was over, Luke had written a letter to the boy. Or rather a little book filled with colorful pages of recycled paper.
"I loved you so much." Thus ended. With a recent past that the boy seemed so remote. I barely remember what he looked like Luke. Thank goodness on a page of paper was glued to the ocher-colored photo of the two of them sitting out in that pub in London. Of that honeymoon only remembered a Sunday afternoon passed the gay nightclub went up the stairs of the misted windows of sweat, the moods and smells of all those guys. They were two boys, too. Two beautiful young lovers crazy. He remembered as if Luke was there before him. That's so delicate and sensual wet your lips, a quick dart of the tongue under the thin mustache and soft as a teenager.
His legs are strong, hardened by step. What was the sex!
And the sweetness and romanticism of his incredible that leaked in the midst of the pain of those lines written in black marker and smudged with tears.
I wonder where was Luke at that time. If you really had gone in America as he had written.
New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco. I wonder if he would meet somewhere in his travels. I wonder if Luke was at least able to find true love there, the promised land of gay. Certainly he was not the lucky one. Their love was troubled, but perhaps because of it unforgettable. Luke also had lost her father a heart attack. And he, too, to escape the immense pain that had been lost behind false promises and false friendships. They had met on the track at a Shocking Milan after-hours during the Easter holiday. Luke was fuorissimo. Yet unlike his friends rocking waged a violent and onanistic, drugs in Luke emphasized his romantic side. He began to fondle the boy's hair every time he passed under a cube on which he danced highlighting his abs and his perfect muscular legs-was stripped to the waist and he was only wearing a short leather shorts. " Suddenly the boy was found the next. Luca took him gently by the hand, had dampened his mustache with his tongue and asked him: "Are you ready for the moon-walk?"
The boy l 'was fixed with questioning eyes and had recognized the influence of drugs in an excessive dilation of the pupils that almost completely hid the beautiful light brown color of her eyes. He knew that it was after the extensive use of so-called recreational drugs, but he had never taken anything-yes, and no one had made some cane with Silvia, and would not start right then. His father had died less than a month. His mother had fallen into a terrible depression. Did nothing but cry and the boy felt deeply guilty about leaving her home alone while he was there that he enjoyed. When Luke showed him the bullet with the special-key has already been charged to make a shot the boy did not understand. But Luke did just seemed fake and very gently pulled him in the bathroom itself. The boy followed him obediently, serene and unaware as a calf for slaughter. Luca knew all there, including bouncers. He was not difficult to reach the bathroom of the handicapped and have it open by the old housekeeper. The slipped into the pocket of a pair of blue apron € and she winked.
Once inside, Luke licked his lips again and kissed him long, tenderly.
The boy was won over by his attitude and decided on her full lips and wet. He decided to trust and when Luke took a shot of Key and reloaded the bullet for him, imitated him without a murmur. Return from bathroom on the cube in the middle of the track was much longer, slow and tiring came. But incredibly beautiful. Luca pace with the music before him, holding it close to hand. Every now and then he turned to see what happened, s'inumidiva lips and kissed him. The boy followed him faithfully strides, springy and light, as if walking on the moon. As they passed it seemed that the crowd of bodies squirmed as obsessed with the rhythm of house music suddenly opened as the waters of the Nile in front of Moses. When the end of that trip came back there where they had met, the boy thought it was gone forever and he understood why Luke had called "moon-walk". The effects of the anesthetic for horses that had sniffed lasted for a long time 'especially for the guy who had never tried before. Luke was his guardian angel through the night. There were only two of them and could hear their hearts beat in unison. When the boy woke up in bed with Luke's hand entwined with hers, was grateful to him. And when Luke discovered that he was pretending to be sent from his mobile phone a text message to her mother to reassure her he was fine but that he slept at a friend's house that night because they were late and did not want to drive, the boy was furious . Luke did not know if she loved him but was desperate for someone to take care of him. It is entrusted to him without reserve.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Hot Wings Buffalo Chicken Wholesell

triptych North

In Mexico, nobody has a clue where he lives, for which he works, but I wonder, no one here makes the cocks of others?
I worked in every place where I knew everything, where was the bank, which way do, how many times the girls were in the office next to bath .. not here, it seems that nobody knows anything, ignoring living.
small tour to the north, the great disappointment of Guadalajara, do not go there if you do not have, unless you also may be guests in a huge villa or captain in the craft market on Sunday with the various ethnic groups who engage in dancing surreal folk ( like a rain dance in short).
Mazatlan town by the sea, plain, where everything is Mexican, Who makes you a massage or a tattoo on the beach, tourists and vendors ambulance and funny thing, run to the beach with music composed by small double bass and accordion orchestras under the bulky .. Sol Leon is not it? Learn one of those Peruvian flute would not be practical? Fufuufufufufufuuu (Titanic). But on my trip north I found the Vernazza (5 Terre) Mexican non-stop without water, Guanajuato. Beautiful color throughout, the birthplace of Cervantes, I have not had the courage to comunicagli who is English, there are statues everywhere, even the Don Quixote and Sancho, have even a festival in his honor. Here, after all I was in a hostel, the hostel at the end I like, you can steal Shampoo, joke, you can take advantage of what someone leaves to everyone, including food, well, unless one puts the name becomes common. I put my name on all the food disappears and if I become a beast!
I ate the whole town for the Tamalas, I have always liked, from the first time I've tasted in Guatemala, after being elected in Bolivia favorite food, well yes, they did not have much choice here in Mexico, each people say that there is a secret recipe that is unique to their state.
Tamales All of the world are the same!
The traveler is traveling alone, it does not happy to return, he chose to travel because of the trade craft of wind.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Cold Sore Hypothyroidism

messicoDF

Mexico and clouds from above and I would say is the first thing that came to my goals, under the clouds, the huge Mexico City, Mexico has already been and also in the capital but only for three days, and I must say that in two weeks time I view
better, sure I would live there though! Here
were hosted by a Mexican girl, the Mexican of all ages trick, I was a little 'style 70 years, we want to warn you that no longer uses the blue, as well as to swallow the eyebrows and the skin shiny and vade retro about acne skin here is full, not only among teenagers and I do not know if it's for the fat that they swallow or smog. Mexico City, called DF called Chilangolandia, joyful city, immense. NY DF as a cultural metropolis with plenty to offer, and with mice in the street, DF such as Milan and partying with the local people's "good" and beggars starda, DF Cartagena as less glamorous work but for all Narcos, DF La Paz as an open-air market and the smell of corn replaces the smell of rotting llama fetuses.
After three months of civilian facilities in the States, I returned to the toilet paper in the wastebasket non-potable water, poor connection to the Internet, I will become too great civilized?
What defines a civilized state! Opportunity to study for free? Food stamps for all? Oops I'm talking about Cuba! A state that definitely needs a visit, do not speak until I go there, they told me then that I could go to Cuba! I see it hard, ok, I exchanged for Bolivia to Santa Cruz! ! If I remove the meal and put medical care and free medicine speaks instead of 'Argentina, when we talk instead of Italy to add that school you have to bring toilet paper and if you're Adro is green and the Senutur do while watching you!
Here in Mexico, I've done a lot, including volunteering in a day of conferences and make it clear that stimuli were the presence of Kofi Annan and King Lerry certainly not coffee, soft drinks of any kind at all and say all freewheel the day and if I wanted to convince the free lunch. Being near the Bicentennial (party of liberation from the English) or almost all the colors of the flag, so a little 'I seemed to be in a Little Italy, Mexico and style here, as in BA, I am having the parades the Bicentennial, with chariots and masks that represented the history of Mexico and as they say so red! From the Aztecs to the Samba, the struggle for the Holy Jaguars and Puma, famous wrestler Mexican wrestling, almost revered as a God quote for the Museum of Frida Kahlo, not the museum itself but for Frida.
"Cada (tic-tac) es un segundo de la vida que pasa, Huye, y no se repite. Y hay en Courant she so, so interés, que es sólo el problem saberla vivir. Que como puedo resuelva him a fall. "