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Well, at this point, and then I swear I'll stop, oh ... maybe I'll stop maybe not, because to be honest I enjoy it a lot, in fact I said that at this point I thought it would be unfair if I wrote another mumbling about a cat a bit 'special. I say special because for me, in a sense, brings together both the number thirteen, in the sense attached to Fortune, is being a bit too 'fugastra, because after a few appearances in the comments has thought to disappear, probably as a matter of his personal style ... And since I can understand why and appreciate that style, that's me is still the wonderful surprise I had to pass a wonderful afternoon with her, real and not virtual.
Blogs are a very strange thing and sometimes the comments are equally, there are intersections, signals, invisible threads, references, naivete, narcissism, hostility, fresh, pushy, smiles, love, paranoia, louts, pearls e.. . I could go on forever. Those who are not accustomed to this world can remain displaced, as well as surprised, not excluding the possibility that saggissima sacrosanct and just not care a fig about all this stuff ethereal.
would not be much of a cat because it "follows" the blog and what I know little or nothing hangs out the internet, but I call it Cat Caught up in reference to a post not too long ago, beyond the fact that the person in his way of being, reminds me a little 'the image of a very special country, which is described in the introduction to "Women and Child Transformation of Man "by Massimo Fagioli. If we now say that I'm exaggerating a boor. I say this advisedly because it is actually an exaggerated compliment, for those who know what that premise, but I heard his directness, his spontaneity, his health. And when I say country is to refer to a type of person who feeds on pre-cooked or frozen concoctions culturally, in excess of bullshit that abound both in print and on the Internet, concepts stolen and not covered in short, of stuff that are bad for your digestion, no, she is aristocraticissima and canter at the same time, did not saw the head and elegant sfancula you just make a misstep, does the hysteric to be the center attention and is not narcissistic but caring. Just why is a girl not at all easy.
You might think I'm loving it and I might as well admit it, I might even admit that his freedom almost uncomfortable places, which confuses his honesty. I would add that sometimes I am tempted to think that she does not exist, it is a figment of my imagination, that is, a film that I have lived next to a beautiful woman walking in the flesh, but to which I superimposed the mist riluccica in the golden afternoon sun. I do not know, I left a periodaccio and meet a Ruby Tuesday, for someone my age, it makes a certain effect.
If passed by here to read this babbling may be even more surprising, perhaps reproach me for having fallen into the trap of painful public diary and laugh at me. The reason I give now, but my blogghino this is also a place where I think and feel out loud, where I can slip and get up, heedless of malicious or envious eyes of wild laughter and cynical, or plain indifference, even without being ashamed of my weakness, my Achilles heel, so easy to hit if you want to hurt me. If anything, I will use the shield, made of the thing that leads to dream about turtles, the birth. Just
the author of the incredible premise once told me that in love relationships must be able to make a birth, or the desire nell'incostanza waves and changes the subject all the time, deceiving and killing a vampire who can not live without blood , because it has no independent identity and sucks blindly or die, bleeding the other before returning to his grave.
man gave us the key to get out of your life mea mors.

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today inaugurated a new column. The week of the blog Creative Without Borders. With this post you will know all the articles published in the week before the new portal. This time will include all the posts because we are just beginning. Happy reading:)

Mon September 13, 2010 - Getting Started: The specialized forums

Wed September 15, 2010 - Tutorial "Mini album for photo"

Thurs September 16, 2010 - Review Snapit (software) "

Mon September 20, 2010 - Review "Hands of fairy September 2010"

Wed September 22, 2010 - Tutorial "DOLLS, DOLLS LOVE! by Clacla "

Thurs September 23, 2010 - Tutorial " pouch that passion! "

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CSF SAL - Fabric-covered box a

These are the steps that I have finished the "SAL - Fabric-covered a box" to create a hobby .

Mariella is always punctual and very clear with his explanations. I found it difficult because I've never done anything with this technique but the result is pleasing and not wait to finally be able to make another.

This is the starting box, an ordinary box for shoes.

Step No 1

Step No 2

Step No 3

Step No 4:05

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Gatta Gatta fugastra


If I titled the post "The cat number 14" I would be an unforgivable peasant, subject dell'ignobile charges of Don Juan.
hate Don Giovanni and his indifference anaffective and I hope it is not exactly a lout, a jerk, perhaps yes, but I prefer the word idiot, nell'accezione dostoevskiana of the term.
But let's move on.
First of all eyes read the two words made of fragmented lines, fugastra cat, for a miracle that all human sounds that evoke, in fact, because the images are read and no one is telling me. Just as when dreaming, or hear a talk about music, in truth we only images because we do not hear real sounds. There is another path, and that of the acoustic images that small children do when they are not yet well developed view, producing images even if they only see shadows and highlights. It seems clear that the reason has nothing to do with our ability to imagine and picture that the word has a meaning vastly different from the word figure, although many overlap the two terms. Conscience and reason, that come much later in the first months of life, are bound to figure things manifest. The fantasy, the feelings and sensitivity are linked instead to the body and the ability to imagine, forming long before the reason is the very foundation of human identity. Fuck off then the Western logos and lie in the beginning was the word. Now I repeat it ad nauseam, the principle is the image.
Well Having said that I can let go of a slur on the cat fugastra, thanking a new friend who has left these two little words, a mo 'tail that disappears around a corner, in a comment on this blog.
will be the fate of boy who always forces me to engage in the difficult and almost impossible undertaking to discover the female image, but in the end to find out that I do not really need men, which to me does not say anything new, we fend women, it is up to them. If

rant of a cat with fugastro
narcissism would be a disaster.

But for me the Cat fugastra is quite another thing, because men and women are not mirror images, but a perfect fit oxymoron that says the same but different. And we know that the reason, with its binding to the figure shows, has never managed to understand each other a happy club. Whereas the intelligence of the imagination has found that equality is in the birth, because we are all born the same way and in the same way we play our first image. Then, when we realize that physical reality is different, the streets are separated and their desires take the form of the other for the simple fact that the desire for equal does not exist, because it is not desire but denial and cancellation of different by itself. And the desire
flees and turns all the time, stirring our hearts looking for changing that object that originates in the very first and undefined image that was formed at birth.
We want us to seek peace, if we are honest we will admit that there is no peace except for a brief moment of that kiss and looks, bodies wrapped in sublime attempt to create that image in movement that is making love .
Without the image it looks for a more beautiful or you die. And like the great painters paint the same picture, with different scenes, hopefully deeper.
Some will say, yes, but what does the image of the cat fugastra?
Well, who can not hear sounds, see hidden and invisible images that is well devoted himself to painting the cones, colored sometimes if I have something that looks human, useful for a chat.

FAUST
And you want me, poor wretch? They
, your like, including never
the human mind when it tends to high? You have not sazino
dishes, you
red gold that runs
away between his fingers like quicksilver?
A game where you do not ever win?
A girl and I embrace
already face the eye to another?
glory, divine pleasure
flying away as a meteor?
Let me see the fruit before grasping it, is rotten,
revive the tree every morning.

MEFISTOFELE
E 'a task that does not scare me, I can serve you
treasures like that.
But, dear friend, will come a time in peace
that we could enjoy something good.

FAUST
If you ever take rest on a bed of sloth
is the end for me, then! If you can delude

a sign that I am acceptable to myself, if I can
, in pleasure, to deceive,
is that my last day!
I offer this bet.

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The cat number 13

The title is offhand, I admit, but finds its reason in the fact that today I realized that I had a new member to my blogghino. I remember the first time I had only two, then three, and when they became four could finally, fully, call them "those few who read me." I guess that makes all pleased to discover that there are people who use their precious time to read and if I think about how many stupid things I write or abstruseness I'm doubly flattered. I thank all the cats that follow me, I really do with my heart and I do not want to though sometimes I write stuff that's not going to genius.
So here is the title I'll get right to the bean, because I was publishing a post with a tale to which I mentioned a few days ago but I had already used the title and repeat it put me in a dilemma. I thank the gentle lady cat for giving me this idea and gladly dedicate my mumbling another. Do not make strange ideas other cats, the fact is purely coincidental, and although I do not think the cabal or grimace I like to think that thirteen is a lucky number.



BLOOD OF TOAD toad

Al liked the image of the country, one that did not have time to cover her face with her apron when they burst out laughing in the face of the Lady. He thought
, Toad, Oh if I had even one drop of that class, if I had even a glimmer of light in his eyes, if I had even a grain of his boundless imagination, his directness, his honesty, not but I toad prince.
It was with these thoughts and so that the toad went for a very long journey, with his clumsy movements it was not easy.
course, attracted by the water often ended up in the muddy puddles, and debase mortified his quest for beauty. He thought he knew what beauty was, is deluded to recognize it, but realize it was always much more complicated than observing it. And even when the water seemed clean the deception was always lurking, invisible pollutants due to even more deadly, sometimes fatal. It was the woman to teach that the most dangerous pollutant that had a special name called the invisibility instinct aside. Heck, she thought to herself, the toad, though it is invisible as do you see it. But the woman, patient, and explained that he felt the application did not need his eyes, because what disappeared was the humanity of a person, not his body. The toad was puzzled, and woman tried to help her confused understanding using an example in history is there for all to see but of which few have understood the origin and no one before she had discovered the cause: Nazism. He explained that recently was used to observe the material reality of a body at the same time if they nullify his humanity as the Nazis did, who saw the bodies of their victims very well, but in their delusions, erases the human reality and considered a race or less degenerate. The Nazis did not have a wrong relationship with "things" were shiny and highly rational, but having a wrong relationship with the human reality exchanged for human beings of things and acted accordingly. In reality there is a physical phenomenon called scotoma, the Nazis were affected on a psychic level. The toad
listened attentively, while inside he began a series of elaborations and links that did not stop images appearing on images. However, much work needed to succeed in bringing those images at the level of verbalization, and recognized that the woman had this wonderful ability.
The woman returned to the fields. The frog jumped a small puddle and while he did, for a moment, he saw reflected in his image, and greatly astonished to see that the image was not of a toad. Remained dumbfounded and crowded thoughts swirling in his poor little head. He tried to stay calm but it was not easy. Do I groped to be intelligent, she told herself, knowing that intelligence is a quality often confused with the cunning, or worse, with the cunning. No, intelligence is a gift of nature, others are trade skills. If my understanding is not enough I'll have to make me pay, he thought, moreover, is already a very intelligent thought and nobler than the arrogance of believing without being intelligent. So
ran through the fields to look for the woman again.
Tell me a little 'what happened to me when I missed that little puddle of water, he said, quite out of breath from running. The farmer laughed. They are so funny, he asked the toad prey all'avvilimento. You know the story of Narcissus, the woman asked in return. More or less yes, "answered the toad. Well, then you know everyone is saying he loved himself, but the reality is quite different, he does not recognize himself and thought that the reflection was that of another, different, why you fell in love. Damn you, "said the toad, then I'm like Narcissus. The peasant burst into laughter and barely caught his breath he said, No, it is thus, you think you see a toad because someone has convinced you to be, but for a moment your eyes were not provided to quell'annullamento and you saw yourself for who you are. But that's the story, said the toad worried. The story of those who allow themselves to cancel, "said the woman, because allowing someone to damage your image you consent to the creation of yourself in a negative e. .. you find yourself hopping like a toad. If you do not let anyone to cancel then you still see yourself in the mirror and love others and not yourself. Mica me but I love her, I was convinced that I lived a frog and toad. What a good boy and tell me 'who you could love and how you'd love with those lovely ideucce in the head, the woman scolded him. Well, maybe a rospina I would find myself. Exactly, someone like you, one like you, no one other than yourself. You know, "said the toad, just now I thought the intelligence, now I discover that the physical eyes are not enough to see things, especially different. Exactly, you only need the physical eyes to see a pond, but guess what's in the water you need the image. Someone loses a few moments after that was born and goodbye knowledge, the mother has blinded him and only true love can, perhaps, make him re-birth. But if you started on the path of lucid reason, that all controls and freezes, then it will be difficult to remove all the deception that has been built images will be flat with the pantomime. Please country, pleaded the toad, tell me that I have not lost my birth. I've been losing my friend, she said, you came very close to death, it was enough that you had not had that little jump, and you'd be a frog forever. You are too generous and modest, "said the toad, the truth is that I would have stayed if I had not met toad. Well, think what you want, for my part I am sure that things went well, you saw me first, which are so different from you and then you see yourself, then it is thanks to them both.
The woman ran through the fields, the frog sat on a wall along the stream, crossed her legs, lit a cigar and thought that he loved.

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of me I saw the tears lost
dusk, the sun just risen

I heard myself say:

If I look at this sheet,
what love is? They were made of water

it is only salt.

A breeze, just a breath
and also flies away, the sheet back
clear
but loses a poem.

Spend
songs remains the chorus, sometimes
back from oblivion
not even that.

But a sound was left,
alone senz'ascolto,
buried in silence
lost his face.

picked up the position on that note

her womb and gave me a song of love
more sincere.

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recipe for a snack composite

Ingredients:
An ancient place (it's a mill in 1200).
Three girls, a boy, four women, three men, one old, two dogs, two mules, two goats and a cat.
A great hot oven.
A large fireplace in a large room.
flour, yeast, water, salt, good olive oil.
ham, salami, cheese. Wine
to rain.

I go to the point, that there was!
The place is fascinating and full of history, the great furnace, the fireplace also, flour and yeast is there to say the least, while the ham deserves a separate post because it was one of those well-seasoned, dry, tasty wine and called the women as men. The wine was good, a erysipela came from the hills of Pontefract, a town Pomino ... and the name is already a prelude (some think it a misprint?)
Well, the material things they already had enough space, we move on to substance.
Of the three girls one was a charm, graduating in medicine and already with prospects for specialization in psychiatry in Rome, eyes more blue of autumn sky, and two sides, in my opinion, patients will make them sick ... of love.
The other two were actors, because pretty young, but that the traditional friendly surrounding a queen was born, it will look good in my opinion, they were reminded of the sisters of Psyche.
The guy was very nice, an engineering student, clean, clever but too young compared to its peers, it is always like that and sometimes it ends up that the adults fucking young girls in flower, while the children play with motorcycles. We hope that adults are wise and sensitive and that the kids wake up early, that their friends have dreamed for a long time ...
one of the four women had the image of women, beautiful and deep, sly and careful, humorous and gentle, and quiet revolutionary, had conserved the natural sinuosity of the girl who had been, while small wrinkles on the neck were just a story told and drawn without fear of having lived. And then, presbyopia is a blessing in some area, better than any photographic filter.
The other three were wives and mothers in the permanent well I know what I mean, however, had a lively little eyes, I hope to bring off the role without falling style, name a more would be inappropriate, but also tedious.
Of the three men I do not give a damn, because the first one was me, and the second is not for me to take their quality or their miseries. The old
instead it was fun, seemed to have drunk a whole carboy and instead was lucid and sharp, as well as cutting edge in its shameless jokes.
The mules, dogs, the kids and the cat have something to chat, but I can not understand their language.
the end we were drunk and covered in flour from head to toe because we could not resist from making a merciless war with the batter advanced.
I have promised to invite me back for a venison and polenta, and I always say, if you can not sit at the table does not know how to live.
I'm going to take off my underwear from flour.

Too bad I did not have my camera and mobile phone, vile and despicable, I saved only the first few and painful.

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Blood toad


This sweet rospino tried to rimpiattarsi below the front door, not that we lack the Downtrodden and poor. I wanted to photograph and as I watched him a thousand stories have crossed my thoughts. One day I'll write one too, I have the title: the blood of the toad. And the subtitle:
(Ah, if only women would lose a bit 'of their delusions of omnipotence against men.)
My blogghino became heavy lately, or at least I feel so. Are things that happen when you're in the middle and you do not realize if something or someone, or invisibly in a way that you missed, you brought in a swamp. Or maybe you did you go to slide alone because you had turned a bit 'eyes. Unforgivable mistake for which we can not nor should ever blame other than themselves.
Then they open windows that are called eyes and get a breath of fresh air and fresh. Calmly and with the abundant light that we see what finally comes we could not see the lifeless gloom in which we had gone to lock up with the delusional idea that it was full of light. The world seems to topple over but in reality it was upside down before. And then we begin to dissolve those invisible bonds that prevented movement. The limbs, yet a bit 'numb, struggling to accept the new freedom and foolishly tend to return to previous position. But that annoying tingling, we feel an arm when he fell asleep, tells us that we must move it, but maybe we should plan to move it, so that the blood returns to circulate.
Here, we say that now I'm going to circulate a bit 'my blood, but as I say, that the blood of his stuff that is not even perceive the existence if not for a few more or less deep wound.
Blood does not need words, much less stupid and inappropriate or intrusive blessings congratulating him on his reappearance in the veins. But these subtleties are beyond even brilliant minds. Never mind if they're brilliant, sooner or later be able to understand the invisible ... what then is the mica that much.

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strands of silk ebony
drew
dreams on my pillow yellow.
Steps are light and bare fell down the stairs, trapping
eyes to a beautiful body,
anxious for his return,
to be free to dream again.
The desire was dressed in his scent,
all others are evaporated,
although all the others is that my sense of smell. La Fortuna

call if he had a name even more beautiful,
but I dare not say it, no more,
for fear that it becomes just tell you,
new Proteus
and leave me in the eyes of deception '
image that there is more
because it is already different.
selfish desire,
not to give way to a deeper affection,
because they know that is expensive, sometimes too
.

red silk threads And flapping in the wind, as
lost memories frayed
no longer linked to the beloved faces, long gone, that
like kites in the sky blue eyes
intoxicated as a kid happy.
the same breath is a wind that carries dust and stubble
pronouncing that name, because it just says

announces birth and death.
And then I will not say more, but feeling it all the time,
like my own heart.


Tell me where is fancy bred, Or
in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nowrished?
Reply, reply
It is engender'd
in the eyes With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle
Where It Lies:
Let us all ring fancy's knell;
I'll begin it. Ding dong, bell
Ding, dong, bell


.* * Tell me, where does the fantasy, in the heart or head? As you build, how it develops? Tell me, tell me.
eyed is generated, it is nourished from looking in the crib where he lives and dies. We play dead to the bell of the imagination. Ding-dong, ding-dong. (W. Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice, Act III, Scene II).

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Review - Snapit (software)

few days ago I was contacted by Digeus Incorporation; I was asked to review their program (obviously in full freedom and impartiality) of 'video capture'.

A few days ago I was Contacted by Digeus Their program of Incorporation to review 'screen capture' (Obviously in full freedom and impartiality).

This program is well suited for bloggers because it allows you to save any image displayed on your computer screen without the use of other image editing programs such as Paint, Photoshop etc..

This program is well suited for bloggers Because It Allows you to save Displayed Any image on your computer screen without using other image editing programs Such as Paint, Photoshop etc.

Use Snapit is very simple, download the file from the site http://digeus.com/downloads/snapit/files/3/snapit_3_7.exe and install it on your computer. After installation you will find the icon in the system tray.

Use Snapit is easy, download the file from the site http://digeus.com/downloads/snapit/files/3/snapit_3_7.exe and install on your computer, it Appears in minimized to system tray .

pushing the right button of mouse on the icon to change some settings: the file format to save, and folder to save the file and more.

Pressing the right mouse button on the icon you can change settings burdens: the file format, folder and more.

Now you can save any image that appears on your screen simply by pressing the Print Screen key on the keyboard by selecting the portion of the image with your mouse. If you have set everything correctly, you will find the saved image to the desired folder ready for use.

Now you can save image Any That Appears on your screen. Click PrtScr (Print Screen) button with mouse and select what you need to capture on the screen. Automatically it will be saved in the selected folder with image type selected.

there's more, the Digeus has provided a giveaway to readers who want to do a review on his blog / forum / twitter / facebook, etc..
Contact Julia Taylor at this address julia.taylor @ digeus.com ; sending the link to your reviews get a free version of the program.

There is a giveaway if you create a review Also in Any blog / forum / twitter / facebook, etc.. Contact
julia.taylor @ digeus.com with links to the reviews, she will issue a reg code and name of snapit software for you.

recommend everyone try snapit, it is easy to use and saves so much time in the management of images. I use it and I am fine.

I recommend everyone try snapit, it is easy to use and saves so much time in image management. I use it and I am fine.

More info at:
http://www.digeus.com/products/snapit/snapit_screen_capture_3_5.html

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I had time, she did not.

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Let the adventure begin

Finally the first post, written by Helena, is without borders for Creative Online.

With her first steps into the sea of \u200b\u200bspecialized forums. If you do not know what direction to start and this post will be certainly useful.

Good reading ^ _ ^

Before And After Of Bushy Eyebrows

Today I took two steps behind the new house, because I had never visited the area.


There is a small white that seems designed for a book of fairy tales, and then, accompanied by a wonderful surprise, I was full of novelty, while the eyes quench their thirst with generous helpings, which they really need.

For obvious reasons I can only show here miserably photographic images, for the other, the more true, it will take words that do not yet have the courage to go out, almost girls were just born that can not discern the clear outlines good and see only light and color, but confident smile at the sweet sound of a warm voice and music.

In this long walk, and breathe the silences between neighbors, stories and laughing eyes, I took some mediocre pictures, I'd certainly want to focus on a stupid camera. But now that I look at them, regardless of quality, we find a kind of short story.

Apparently I should be a visionary, in fact almost always try and find meaning in things that match. I find that there is the obvious, why do things, without affections, have only one meaning and not a way, that's why they often say anaffective not to find meaning in life.
The arch in my house serves only to hold up the roof, but I can serve to represent a strong back that resists the weight of unexpected violence. Or an ordinary tree trunk can become a friend in support of a fiery embrace of love.
Walking, breathing, speaking and listening, so I took the photos then I have appeared in their order, and in that I have found a way, that certainly will not find anyone who was not with me to wander through fields and hills, but who cares, the blog is mine and you do not always have to explain everything, right?

I'm sorry that this overview Pratomagno not make the impact he had in fact wonderful, and I say this for a friend that I know that I am very sweet and loves to read a long time that magical place. I dedicate the photo.

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Bookmarks "I Love My Book"

always ... I love reading the first book 'important' that I read was the old man and the sea in 10 years.

I love to feel the smell of printed paper, the noise when you turn the pages ... I like that my books are well cared for and the search for a bookmark right is always a challenge (at least for me). Most of the time ruin the books (see Bookmarks metal staples and the like) so I decided to inaugurate a new 'collection' of bookmarks that I think are perfect for those who love their books and want to give a touch of originality to the ritual of reading. The strap is decorated with pearls and a handmade cupcake final with Fimo.

are all cardboard covered with cloth with a strap that allows you to embellish your book. Find more details tomorrow on my online shop (size, additional photos, etc..), For now I leave you this picture. I hope you like them.

This is what you see when you close the book ^ _ ^

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Candy Giveaway and early autumn

We are already in mid-September, the trauma is passed back to the office and is now in full swing again and why not with candy and giveaways. Here's a nice roundup if you're keen to go take a look.

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