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It seems that finally something good, the restaurant brought it to me!
I can not wait to talk to Kia of "my angel"! No
a second! ... to say what ...?
"You know, today I met the most beautiful girl in the world, and I made the figure of remaining as a perfect idiot codfish at him!"
Never mind, this meeting I'll keep it for myself and then this could be the first and last time I meet him! ...
This thought makes me slip back into melancholy smile of the morning and I suddenly turns off.
"Hello Mary, how are you?"
So says Mark, the twin brother of Kia.Non I realized his presence!



"Hello Mark, what are you doing these parties? "
I'm surprised to see him here.
" I was at the party and I got thirsty, so I entered "
" And with all the makeshift bar you have come to happen propio here!? "
" Why can not we? ! ... ok ok I admit I knew I'd find you here, Kia told me, so I switched to greet you a "
kind of you, do not you?
When we were kids we had half a story, I say ... half because we were never really engaged, the only thing between us is that there has been a series of innocent kisses.
Then Mark, like his sister, has always been a "spoils girls, any girl would make false papers to exit an evening with him and I never managed to take it too seriously ...
Now we are good friends and nothing more, so much so that I became his confidant and adviser favorite.



However Mark stops almost until closing time, going all afternoon to tell me what's happening on campus and his latest conquest, a country boy met at university, which has put the head to make it known to Mom and Dad ... Surely the download by tonight, I think! Mark confirms this fact
me a few moments later.

I listen to him by an ear and out the other I do everything, but merely a gesture of assent and a few "Oh, yes?"
His alleged love stories do not interest me much of a girlfriend ... so all end the same way: He will find another and she cries a few days later resigned.
Then, frankly, I have nothing else to think about (you know who I'm talking about!)




"Very Well ... I raise the noise, the Campagnola is waiting for me Goodbye Pirina lady, I hope see you soon! "
"Good evening, Mark and greets your time on my part"



Just out of my mother is coming, and pretending to fix the glasses (I just finished my system I !!!!!) says: "Much good that boy Mark! you were not together at once? "
" seee ... you stay back centuries mom! We had a kind of history when we were 14 years! "
I know where he wants to end up! Steps for work, but now also wants to meddle in my love life propio no ... this is not so permits!




"Look Mom I know what you're cercandi to tell me and I say at the outset: toglitelo head! It is not my type!"
"I was just asking darling! I'm your mother and I'd love to see you next to a nice guy like Mark! And at your age would even now! I do not remember when was the last time that you came out with a boy! "
" I know But, but please ... let me choose the boy alone! "
tell her laughing and she seems to have resigned, it is useless to continue the conversation!
Mark is not that bad" party "(not counting his side butterfly is really a nice guy, has not yet found the right person, everything here) but I'll bet I do not see us ... especially after meeting with the angel Gabriel is a ... you know my obsession!



As if it were heard to call, at that time appears in the doorway him .. Oh I feel your legs soft and light-headed ... Stupid! not remain standing there ... at least say hello!



"Hello" I get a faint voce.Chissà if he heard me?
"Sorry!? Did you say something?"
"SSSI .. I .. I said hello"
"Oh Well hello! Do you know where my aunt or something?"
"Back in the kitchen ..." Watch the clock

"Thank you you do me a favor?"
"Yes indeed" (Anything oh my dark angel)
"I have no time to wait purtroppo.Dille shall return later that evening and not worry
!"
"will report"
"Thanks, hello"



How I would like to find something to talk about to stop and not let it go, how I wish have the character expansion of Kia! But I do not have and so he is gone again.
are on the floor, I had the opportunity to speak, to make you notice me and I wasted.

The workday is over and I'm back home, I sit on the couch ... are 22 ... I almost wonder if the name is Kia and the going out, I did not want to stay at home propio.
Taking the phone and I realize that an SMS has arrived, is Kia, I have read my mind?
-I met a guy at the party fantastic! Is so cute!! Tonight I go out with him soon as I can tell you everything! -



Here
has claimed another victim, who is the lucky one this time!?
Ok my idea is going to hell ... I go to bed then.

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I did not really want to get up, I would stay curled up under the warm blankets of the bed all giorno.Fuori rains and start seeing the first signs of winter progresses, I feel the wind whistling through the window and I shudder of cold in temperate areas are chilly, what can I do?
Downstairs I hear the television on, probably to my brother who does not work like every Thursday, is on the weather channel, I do not distinguish all the words but I understand that bad weather will last at least until the weekend! What a bore! Hate how so, I stick him with a melancholy to see the sky gray And I think that today was supposed to be a day of celebration! Like every year, September 30, the stalls have always liked invade strade.Mi the stalls, I remember as a child, my brother and my mother always went there, and every time we came home with something useless but beautiful as well as with swollen bellies from pancakes! those good old times!
This morning I woke up with a song in his head ... "It 's Christmas soon,
Christmas is soon and the fun we put in the drawers, we put in the drawers pull out the sadness also let it be the way things, leave be even things up! you do not vanno.chiudi the window, stop playing and come inside Come here close ... close, close, close close, close, close .... la la la la la la la la la And this time
the party hope it will be better than last year away ....."

Strange! Often I sometimes wake up in the head with a song that leaves me all day and usually affect my mood ... I do not know if it happens only to me or to the whole world, I do not care to be honest.



The vibration of the phone on the bedside table shakes me from my thoughts, grab the lazy life and I see that I Kia has come a sms ... my best friend Hello from elementary-Carrot! : P today that combines up to? Would you like to be on the stands with me? We SHOPPING NO NEED !!!!: D-, maybe ....- No you can not! I have to work to rest. my mother! Then I'll explain! - Kia has a love affair with the keyboard telonino, I do not have time to put it on the table that vibrates back-Cooooooosa!? No stops all ... This I know now! Among very little you are! -
not answer, so I know that it is useless to fight back and say no even though I find myself out of the house in less than 10 minutes.
I'm not going to find me in my pajamas, so I work quickly, I put a little makeup and get dressed with the first things that I find. Kia is
question is not even past 20 minutes that the door bell rings.





came down the stairs and my brother Kia feel that tickle, you are always fun to poke fun at each other, but since they love the show ...
I always envied some of my best friend, aside from the perfect body that has given her nature is a beautiful girl, full of kids who vie for her, just enough to drop in stock jujube any male (with exception my brother!). Then it is a contagious sunshine, always smiling and ready with the answer, always knows what to say and what to do in any situation, on the contrary me that I never know what to say and most times I'm just quiet, looking like a lobotomized! She and I are the one the opposite of the other and maybe that's why we're so friendly.



"Then Mary, explain this nonsense work!"
She has no real idea of \u200b\u200bthe work, his family is the most important and richest of the country, indeed one can say that their ancestors were at the bottom, then he never needed to work and do not conceive.
"It is nonsense Kia! Maybe my mother is right, maybe take away the fact, I'm 23 years old and the only thing I can do is nothing!"
"I mean you're telling me that you really going to lock them up for life in the restaurant of your mother? "
" NO NO! This ever! But I have to get a job, perhaps as a saleswoman in a shop in the center, or as a secretary ... I do not know! "
" Uh I see you are propio! "she tells me with a sarcastic voice accompanied by a hideous giggle that almost makes me shoot.


" Do not tease so much! Not everyone is fortunate to have a bank account with 6 zeros! The common people must earn money to live and do not spread and can only spend it like you do! "
Kia remains speechless for a moment, staring with his mouth open
" I'm sorry he did not want to be an insult! "I sager and I realize that guilt she has if it is born into a family ricca.Mi sorry.
Then she smiles at me! "But let's leave this conversation! I apologize here and finish this. What time do you start the work at the restaurant?"
"The two ... but I'm sorry too!"
"Enough!" embraced me with a grin and adds, "Well it's late I I vado.Mandami an sms to tell me how did it go tonight ... then maybe I'll see if you like"
"Come see."



the 13:50 am I have to go to work .... Also today, like in the shoes!
How I do not have to go! ... But I can not do altimenti, so I reluctantly go back to the restaurant!
E 'worse than I thought, pulling a chill wind from the air and I understand that a little later it will rain again, the sky is full of clouds deep blacks, can be glimpsed here and there are flashes of lightning storms that herald ... Thank heaven having to make only a few steps to find myself again protected by four walls and a roof! It goes well beyond that chilly are also a coward and I do everything to impress!



just crossed the threshold I see a boy, intent on talking to Miss Clara, is back so I can not see much, but have more or less my age, maybe a few more years, his hair a bit disheveled and blacks seems to have a beautiful body.
I approach to ask what will be my job now and he turns around ....



Oh mama mia ... has a beautiful face, perfect without even a small imperfection, it seems angelic fallen from the sky ... his eyes are a mesmerizing blue, make me think of the clear sky of summer ...
I realize that I will be smiling .... are petrified, I was not such a thing never happened, I feel the ants all over the body and face on fire, I do not understand anything .... I can not look away from that angelic face ...
I feel that someone is speaking to me, but I am so lost in that eye so that I can not understand anything, supporting his hand on my shoulder I Miss Clara awakens from the trance in which they fall
"Mary ... Mary darling you okay?"
"Yes ... .. that is no excuse ... I mean what was he saying?"
"I've been saying that if you want to serve in the bar again today, this week there is not much to do!"
"All right, then go to the bar!" but do not want to move your feet and eyes do not want to break away from her face ...
"But who are rude ... I have not even submitted!" says Ms Clara putting a hand on his forehead "Mary dear, this is my nephew Gabriel, Gabriel, this is Mary's daughter mistress"

So this is the name of the angel dark ... Gabriel ... could not be no better name!
the angel comes up and shakes my hand and I was left impaled like a cod with a stupid smile on his face ... Then he turns his aunt greeted with a kiss and heads for the door, but just before leaving he turns, raises his arm towards me and gives me a nod.

The boys have never interested me much, it said, but Gabriel is different: Do not ask me why ... I do not know ... I was bewitched by his angel face.



The smile from boiled fish do not leave me all afternoon, the feeling I had felt unwell in the morning is gone, giving way to another feeling unknown to me.
I can not help but think about it, and every time his image comes into my mind I feel heart skipped a beat ... What is happening to me?! Towards
drinks mechanically without noticing a thing to the glasses, I feel that customers complain but I can not do anything except smile!

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Correggio Bravin was a ... we say that in the sixteenth century, including Leonardo, Michelangelo, Raphael, Titian and other people's crap, Antonio Allegri knew his business. It reveals the exhibition that opens today in London (and, do not deny it, I'd like to see), which offers, within a quarter mile, frescoes, paintings, drawings. Read the article

But the question I want to talk is another. A small yellow
materializes within the walls of Parma ... A young art critic, known Criticón rude and Maigret novel, something off-key note among the works of the artist ... A framework is very similar to another product, whose paternity is the Allegro of course.
But the young man does not remain indifferent to the "double" smells and feels. Among the Correggio ... a fart, of which the critic recognizes the bill.
controversy. But the rude
Maigret pursues claims that it is never the Correggio said, indicated that there was a replicant.
At this point the story is tinged with mysticism Audience, so the sgarbone, as if the third secret of Fatima, decides not to reveal, for the moment, the name of the replicator, Po living artist, then, as in any good reality, risk elimination, without going through the nominations (because his identity hidden).
Who is he?
The only certainty is a fart Po.

Read the article.
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Today I dedicate a video, the first that comes to mind:



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And I'm a year older

(the association of ideas is not about a cashier, as would the Digito )

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Goodbye Pink Floyd

With his death off a piece of music history. It 'was the old keyboard player and founder of Pink Floyd . Richard Wright.
Pink Floyd were a discovery, at fifteen, and a door to a world little known, the psychedelia of the '60s, the experimentation of the '70s, I was enraptured by the atmosphere, from texts, from the sounds that they seemed unearthly. Pink Floyd are still one of my band of reference, despite being passed between different passions, hard rock, heavy metal, 70s progressive and world music, swing, blues, have conquered the summit of them, many years ago, and for me are still there, at the top. I have followed with fervent hope the rapprochements recent years, between real news and rumors, always with the profound conviction that, sooner or later, the big event would be materialized, suddenly and with great style. Waters, Gilmour, Mason, Wright, together again, for the hard final, final. It has not happened, and perhaps will never happen again. Farewell Farewell Richard

Pink Floyd



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3P

was the nickname of Father Pino Puglisi , the priest murdered by the Mafia in Palermo 15 years ago. That day was his birthday. Today 3P would have turned 71 years old.
Happy birthday Don Pino



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Copy paste MEANING FILIPPETTI

It 's like kleptomania ... What happens is that surfing the net, moving from weblog to weblog, you come across a really well done, on a topic widely shared, and we read and reread to the point of having written them to convince themselves as beautiful and witty words and , welcomed the dialectical masterpiece computer, you should let others know. And 'that's when, involuntarily, my hand slipped on the keyboard ... A slight dizziness, a split personality or involvement deep unconscious. Vertigo in which the reader becomes author and widely claimed their rights to republish its signature. It 'happened to journalist Unit , Marco Filippetti , a victim of the syndrome known as CONTROL-C. The unconscious Filippetti read the blog of Daniel Sensi and fell in love with one of his articles. He identified with to the point of posting it to the Unity, of course signed Marco Filippetti, and Daniele Sensi, forgotten name in the appropriate action (and the acute phase of the syndrome), or CONTROL-V.
Now I certainly do not want to condemn a young man unaware of evil (uncontrollable) that afflicts him, but rather to reiterate to all those who read this post, that the paternity of that Article and Daniel SENSES.
If you want, and I urge you strongly to do so, you can compare the two articles HERE.
A final call. Go take a look at BLOG MEANING OF DANIEL.

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Metal God

whatever people may say, is not blasphemy, even though the church, the official one, not like that God should be celebrated with strokes of Heavy Metal. It happens in Colombia, where a group of young people founded a church, whose liturgy and distorted guitars mingle to celebrate the Most High. Here the video.
stuff to embarrass the inventor of Mass Beat ... But Italy also
we reserve some surprises.
Another discovery about the relationship between religion and Heavy Metal was this:

Friar Cesare ... Fratello Metallo said

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Here ...
Since this period I have little time to devote to the web and I'm not going to deal with serious topics in a superficial way, I decided to deal with serious issues surface.
Greetings.

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This is not the only possible world. The Circus of Horrors

Thursday, December 27, 2007 was a blow. With public anger this post after learning the news of the death of Benazir Bhutto , Pakistan.
Today I smile and hope. And more than me, a privileged Western hopes the people of Pakistan, now called the vote to elect Musharraf's successor. The favorite is the candidate of PPP, Asif Ali Zardari, the leaders of the party and husband of the late Benazir.
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When I was younger, I sang the words of a song by Bisca , "... this is not the only possible world ..." , and we still believe.
THIS IS NOT 'the only possible world
And it should be.
Most of the bloggers of the world has something to say, a universal message, written in all languages. And to quote again the Neapolitan band "nun bitch ... no, man, nothing fin'a That Shakes nun nun bitch bitch bitch ggente fin'a That Shakes nun ..." .
And we all want things to change.
Maybe it's time for a new revolution, which starts from below, from information true. Perhaps that you can awaken the conscience.
And I join those who also uses his blog as a diary, because the real stories and real feelings, not those of fiction, may change slowly on this route earth sinking lower and lower.
seems a speech-type slogan sessantottino make love, not war.
Well no.
E 'an invitation to all those who write on the internet to keep writing.
friend a few days ago, discouraged, I stated that he wanted to close his blog, a blog read by hundreds of people every day which tells the tragic and happy ending stories, hopes and disappointments, and information counter.
did not do so.
Because she, like me, and like every Pakistani called to the polls today, hoping that something will change.