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Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
What Do Shag Bands Colours Mean?
Christmas gift for you!
A little 'in advance, here are my Christmas presents for my passionate blog readers! (But who ????)
My fantastic backdrop for parties and a preview on the upcoming Dragonball movie! Enjoy!
A little 'in advance, here are my Christmas presents for my passionate blog readers! (But who ????)
My fantastic backdrop for parties and a preview on the upcoming Dragonball movie! Enjoy!
What Do Shag Bands Colours Mean?
Christmas gift for you!
A little 'in advance, here are my Christmas presents for my passionate blog readers! (But who ????)
My fantastic backdrop for parties and a preview on the upcoming Dragonball movie! Enjoy!
A little 'in advance, here are my Christmas presents for my passionate blog readers! (But who ????)
My fantastic backdrop for parties and a preview on the upcoming Dragonball movie! Enjoy!
21 Year Old Bedwetter
New Year 2009?
Antò to you do you come from? In the meantime, remember the New Year 2008 ... ah, the most gory video I have not made, of course!
Antò to you do you come from? In the meantime, remember the New Year 2008 ... ah, the most gory video I have not made, of course!
21 Year Old Bedwetter
New Year 2009?
Antò to you do you come from? In the meantime, remember the New Year 2008 ... ah, the most gory video I have not made, of course!
Antò to you do you come from? In the meantime, remember the New Year 2008 ... ah, the most gory video I have not made, of course!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Amazon Tree Boa For Sale
... you understand that you are destined to leave ...
Alice was lost in Tokyo. The Clash were lost in a supermarket in the early eighties.
I'm lost in my city once.
To be precise, it is not my hometown, the one where I spent 20 years of my life is my campus, which occupies from October 2004, living in the same apartment, with the same roommates, Except for Matthew, he moved to Parma, and was replaced by Valerio, who listens to the Air and electronic music. The first time I visited this city was home to search together with my parents and those of Manu and Matt. The impact was devastating: narrow streets, full of curves, climbs and descents, no clear reference point, a lot of pedestrian areas and one-way, paving stones, and an area just outside the historic architecturally horrible. I come from Pescara, a city that is mainly developed on the coast, where the streets are parellel or perpendicular to the national or the Adriatic, the situation is complicated a bit 'only going up hills. From
university live in the center. My street is named after the first publisher of Abruzzo, the very Italian (!) By Adam Rothwill, although in the center, is one of the most quiet and peaceful, perhaps because of the station financial police a few meters, and perhaps because it is limited to traffic, and there are no shops, and on the side of Via Verdi to get there you get nice four flights of stairs ... just taking the famous "ladder",
where young people dodger to make out, smoke, fight with the girl, and on Thursday and Saturday night to complete its drunken urination, you get to Via Verdi, and there are already on the course, near Lucerne, where cross-Via Roma and Corso, 
and porches, buildings with columns that accompany you to Piazza Duomo, where there is a market around five minutes of moderate pace, perhaps not even a kilometer. From the square, then you can make three Things get off to Porta Napoli, still stores and flows along residential area in the town park, walk down to Piazza San Biagio and its many nightclubs. Enough? No.
Esis an area virtually ignored by all. Do you ever go near a place, not fermarvici ever, and wondering what on earth we will be there? E 'typical of those who make the same journey a thousand times, that feeling. I happens every time I step on the road from Pescara to L'Aquila in front of St. Pio of rooms: there is a castle, or fortified tower, or maybe an abbey ... here, I do not know what it is, sooner or later I'll have to go there. Aquila has ignored the area between the Basilica of San Bernardino its steps, by Fortinbras, Maracatu and costs Masciarelli. There is hardly anything there, if not quite old houses, one behind the other, made of very thick walls and high fences.
Why would I ever spend?
And one evening two years ago, in the summer, after a pleasant evening with friends, returning home at about 02am I said I do not want to sleep. It was like that song of Bandabardò, "my head"
friend you do not sleep
sleep because odialo
steals your time to dream,
come by, a coffee is ready ...
friend will not let me down
sleep will forgive you
Scheherazade is telling,
alertness and the city ...
and my head tells me to go to
paint the walls of the houses not to abandon
and my head tells me yes
you go at night to play
to make a company who wants to love ...
air pleasantly cool, the moon almost full, and nobody on the street. Very good, starts walking, then we'll see where to go. And here I am slipping into a narrow, steep street, stopping to read the names of the lucky owners of those houses, leaning over the gates, which often open up a small private roads, which give pearl oysters initiation of small wooden doors, staircases and wrought-iron railings and small vegetable gardens and flower pots, chimney flues, entrance glass the direct path, and stone arches carved with initials, jhs ... The amazing thing is to go behind a high wall, see the top of a majestic tree encased in a tiny space: lots of little secret gardens.
And with my mouth open, including curves, daring descents and ascents, I'm lost.
... and then we went to see the stars, came to my mind, coming out from a track on a wall that allows you to see a lot 'of the eagle, illuminated by streetlights blurred ... Where am I? but I'm really at the eagle? all this because I've always been hiding? I seriously thought that there was a hidden city, things happen only in the lord of the rings or harry potter, or in the middle ages, then understand that there was past over and over again, but I always saw everything from a point of view different, what began to look for a parking ...
One of my dreams is to spend a year in Italy and around the world, living or working in a makeshift bar, or doing the engineering profession, learning English, German and Japanese, and knowing, a bit 'as the old Kintaro Oe, shouting "I'm learning! learn! learned !"...
and rde pe rm the an co ra 
Alice was lost in Tokyo. The Clash were lost in a supermarket in the early eighties.
I'm lost in my city once.
To be precise, it is not my hometown, the one where I spent 20 years of my life is my campus, which occupies from October 2004, living in the same apartment, with the same roommates, Except for Matthew, he moved to Parma, and was replaced by Valerio, who listens to the Air and electronic music. The first time I visited this city was home to search together with my parents and those of Manu and Matt. The impact was devastating: narrow streets, full of curves, climbs and descents, no clear reference point, a lot of pedestrian areas and one-way, paving stones, and an area just outside the historic architecturally horrible. I come from Pescara, a city that is mainly developed on the coast, where the streets are parellel or perpendicular to the national or the Adriatic, the situation is complicated a bit 'only going up hills. From
university live in the center. My street is named after the first publisher of Abruzzo, the very Italian (!) By Adam Rothwill, although in the center, is one of the most quiet and peaceful, perhaps because of the station financial police a few meters, and perhaps because it is limited to traffic, and there are no shops, and on the side of Via Verdi to get there you get nice four flights of stairs ... just taking the famous "ladder",
where young people dodger to make out, smoke, fight with the girl, and on Thursday and Saturday night to complete its drunken urination, you get to Via Verdi, and there are already on the course, near Lucerne, where cross-Via Roma and Corso, 
and porches, buildings with columns that accompany you to Piazza Duomo, where there is a market around five minutes of moderate pace, perhaps not even a kilometer. From the square, then you can make three Things get off to Porta Napoli, still stores and flows along residential area in the town park, walk down to Piazza San Biagio and its many nightclubs. Enough? No. Esis an area virtually ignored by all. Do you ever go near a place, not fermarvici ever, and wondering what on earth we will be there? E 'typical of those who make the same journey a thousand times, that feeling. I happens every time I step on the road from Pescara to L'Aquila in front of St. Pio of rooms: there is a castle, or fortified tower, or maybe an abbey ... here, I do not know what it is, sooner or later I'll have to go there. Aquila has ignored the area between the Basilica of San Bernardino its steps, by Fortinbras, Maracatu and costs Masciarelli. There is hardly anything there, if not quite old houses, one behind the other, made of very thick walls and high fences.
Why would I ever spend?
And one evening two years ago, in the summer, after a pleasant evening with friends, returning home at about 02am I said I do not want to sleep. It was like that song of Bandabardò, "my head"
friend you do not sleep
sleep because odialo
steals your time to dream,
come by, a coffee is ready ...
friend will not let me down
sleep will forgive you
Scheherazade is telling,
alertness and the city ...
and my head tells me to go to
paint the walls of the houses not to abandon
and my head tells me yes
you go at night to play
to make a company who wants to love ...
air pleasantly cool, the moon almost full, and nobody on the street. Very good, starts walking, then we'll see where to go. And here I am slipping into a narrow, steep street, stopping to read the names of the lucky owners of those houses, leaning over the gates, which often open up a small private roads, which give pearl oysters initiation of small wooden doors, staircases and wrought-iron railings and small vegetable gardens and flower pots, chimney flues, entrance glass the direct path, and stone arches carved with initials, jhs ... The amazing thing is to go behind a high wall, see the top of a majestic tree encased in a tiny space: lots of little secret gardens.
And with my mouth open, including curves, daring descents and ascents, I'm lost.
... and then we went to see the stars, came to my mind, coming out from a track on a wall that allows you to see a lot 'of the eagle, illuminated by streetlights blurred ... Where am I? but I'm really at the eagle? all this because I've always been hiding? I seriously thought that there was a hidden city, things happen only in the lord of the rings or harry potter, or in the middle ages, then understand that there was past over and over again, but I always saw everything from a point of view different, what began to look for a parking ...
One of my dreams is to spend a year in Italy and around the world, living or working in a makeshift bar, or doing the engineering profession, learning English, German and Japanese, and knowing, a bit 'as the old Kintaro Oe, shouting "I'm learning! learn! learned !"...
and rde pe rm the an co ra
Amazon Tree Boa For Sale
... you understand that you are destined to leave ...
Alice was lost in Tokyo. The Clash were lost in a supermarket in the early eighties.
I'm lost in my city once.
To be precise, it is not my hometown, the one where I spent 20 years of my life is my campus, which occupies from October 2004, living in the same apartment, with the same roommates, Except for Matthew, he moved to Parma, and was replaced by Valerio, who listens to the Air and electronic music. The first time I visited this city was home to search together with my parents and those of Manu and Matt. The impact was devastating: narrow streets, full of curves, climbs and descents, no clear reference point, a lot of pedestrian areas and one-way, paving stones, and an area just outside the historic architecturally horrible. I come from Pescara, a city that is mainly developed on the coast, where the streets are parellel or perpendicular to the national or the Adriatic, the situation is complicated a bit 'only going up hills. From
university live in the center. My street is named after the first publisher of Abruzzo, the very Italian (!) By Adam Rothwill, although in the center, is one of the most quiet and peaceful, perhaps because of the station financial police a few meters, and perhaps because it is limited to traffic, and there are no shops, and on the side of Via Verdi to get there you get nice four flights of stairs ... just taking the famous "ladder", where young people dodger to make out, smoke, fight with the girl, and on Thursday and Saturday night to complete its drunken urination, you get to Via Verdi, and there are already on the course, near Lucerne, where cross-Via Roma and Corso, and porches, buildings with columns that accompany you to Piazza Duomo, where there is a market around five minutes of moderate pace, perhaps not even a kilometer. From the square, then you can make three Things get off to Porta Napoli, still stores and flows along residential area in the town park, walk down to Piazza San Biagio and its many nightclubs. Enough? No.
Esis an area virtually ignored by all. Do you ever go near a place, not fermarvici ever, and wondering what on earth we will be there? E 'typical of those who make the same journey a thousand times, that feeling. I happens every time I step on the road from Pescara to L'Aquila in front of St. Pio of rooms: there is a castle, or fortified tower, or maybe an abbey ... here, I do not know what it is, sooner or later I'll have to go there. Aquila has ignored the area between the Basilica of San Bernardino its steps, by Fortinbras, Maracatu and costs Masciarelli. There is hardly anything there, if not quite old houses, one behind the other, made of very thick walls and high fences.
Why would I ever spend?
And one evening two years ago, in the summer, after a pleasant evening with friends, returning home at about 02am I said I do not want to sleep. It was like that song of Bandabardò, "my head"
friend you do not sleep
sleep because odialo
steals your time to dream,
come by, a coffee is ready ...
friend will not let me down
sleep will forgive you
Scheherazade is telling,
alertness and the city ...
and my head tells me to go to
paint the walls of the houses not to abandon
and my head tells me yes
you go at night to play
to make a company who wants to love ...
air pleasantly cool, the moon almost full, and nobody on the street. Very good, starts walking, then we'll see where to go. And here I am slipping into a narrow, steep street, stopping to read the names of the lucky owners of those houses, leaning over the gates, which often open up a small private roads, which give pearl oysters initiation of small wooden doors, staircases and wrought-iron railings and small vegetable gardens and flower pots, chimney flues, entrance glass the direct path, and stone arches carved with initials, jhs ... The amazing thing is to go behind a high wall, see the top of a majestic tree encased in a tiny space: lots of little secret gardens.
And with my mouth open, including curves, daring descents and ascents, I'm lost.
... and then we went to see the stars, came to my mind, coming out from a track on a wall that allows you to see a lot 'of the eagle, illuminated by streetlights blurred ... Where am I? but I'm really at the eagle? all this because I've always been hiding? I seriously thought that there was a hidden city, things happen only in the lord of the rings or harry potter, or in the middle ages, then understand that there was past over and over again, but I always saw everything from a point of view different, what began to look for a parking ...
One of my dreams is to spend a year in Italy and around the world, living or working in a makeshift bar, or doing the engineering profession, learning English, German and Japanese, and knowing, a bit 'as the old Kintaro Oe, shouting "I'm learning! learn! learned !"...
and rde pe rm the an co ra
Alice was lost in Tokyo. The Clash were lost in a supermarket in the early eighties.
I'm lost in my city once.
To be precise, it is not my hometown, the one where I spent 20 years of my life is my campus, which occupies from October 2004, living in the same apartment, with the same roommates, Except for Matthew, he moved to Parma, and was replaced by Valerio, who listens to the Air and electronic music. The first time I visited this city was home to search together with my parents and those of Manu and Matt. The impact was devastating: narrow streets, full of curves, climbs and descents, no clear reference point, a lot of pedestrian areas and one-way, paving stones, and an area just outside the historic architecturally horrible. I come from Pescara, a city that is mainly developed on the coast, where the streets are parellel or perpendicular to the national or the Adriatic, the situation is complicated a bit 'only going up hills. From
university live in the center. My street is named after the first publisher of Abruzzo, the very Italian (!) By Adam Rothwill, although in the center, is one of the most quiet and peaceful, perhaps because of the station financial police a few meters, and perhaps because it is limited to traffic, and there are no shops, and on the side of Via Verdi to get there you get nice four flights of stairs ... just taking the famous "ladder",
where young people dodger to make out, smoke, fight with the girl, and on Thursday and Saturday night to complete its drunken urination, you get to Via Verdi, and there are already on the course, near Lucerne, where cross-Via Roma and Corso, and porches, buildings with columns that accompany you to Piazza Duomo, where there is a market around five minutes of moderate pace, perhaps not even a kilometer. From the square, then you can make three Things get off to Porta Napoli, still stores and flows along residential area in the town park, walk down to Piazza San Biagio and its many nightclubs. Enough? No. Esis an area virtually ignored by all. Do you ever go near a place, not fermarvici ever, and wondering what on earth we will be there? E 'typical of those who make the same journey a thousand times, that feeling. I happens every time I step on the road from Pescara to L'Aquila in front of St. Pio of rooms: there is a castle, or fortified tower, or maybe an abbey ... here, I do not know what it is, sooner or later I'll have to go there. Aquila has ignored the area between the Basilica of San Bernardino its steps, by Fortinbras, Maracatu and costs Masciarelli. There is hardly anything there, if not quite old houses, one behind the other, made of very thick walls and high fences.
Why would I ever spend?
And one evening two years ago, in the summer, after a pleasant evening with friends, returning home at about 02am I said I do not want to sleep. It was like that song of Bandabardò, "my head"
friend you do not sleep
sleep because odialo
steals your time to dream,
come by, a coffee is ready ...
friend will not let me down
sleep will forgive you
Scheherazade is telling,
alertness and the city ...
and my head tells me to go to
paint the walls of the houses not to abandon
and my head tells me yes
you go at night to play
to make a company who wants to love ...
air pleasantly cool, the moon almost full, and nobody on the street. Very good, starts walking, then we'll see where to go. And here I am slipping into a narrow, steep street, stopping to read the names of the lucky owners of those houses, leaning over the gates, which often open up a small private roads, which give pearl oysters initiation of small wooden doors, staircases and wrought-iron railings and small vegetable gardens and flower pots, chimney flues, entrance glass the direct path, and stone arches carved with initials, jhs ... The amazing thing is to go behind a high wall, see the top of a majestic tree encased in a tiny space: lots of little secret gardens.
And with my mouth open, including curves, daring descents and ascents, I'm lost.
... and then we went to see the stars, came to my mind, coming out from a track on a wall that allows you to see a lot 'of the eagle, illuminated by streetlights blurred ... Where am I? but I'm really at the eagle? all this because I've always been hiding? I seriously thought that there was a hidden city, things happen only in the lord of the rings or harry potter, or in the middle ages, then understand that there was past over and over again, but I always saw everything from a point of view different, what began to look for a parking ...
One of my dreams is to spend a year in Italy and around the world, living or working in a makeshift bar, or doing the engineering profession, learning English, German and Japanese, and knowing, a bit 'as the old Kintaro Oe, shouting "I'm learning! learn! learned !"...
and rde pe rm the an co ra
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