Thursday, October 28, 2010

Ontario Neuter Declaw Prices

Lottery Charity - Christmas 2010

Clarita calls us to a new initiative dedicated to raising children of Geogia ... you paste, then a part of his post. The prizes for the first three extracts are fabulous, run to take a look!

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"This year, like last year I decided to organize something to help our children from Georgia, which you can read here and here!

This time I thought of a lottery with prizes.

The money earned will send them to the sisters who will use them to buy food ... and why not some little gift for Christmas!

After all they are entitled to enjoy a happy Christmas! "

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Play Pokemon On Ti *$

Bass River in Autumn


When it comes to bass, the thought rushes to the sea or the mouth of the river, but few associate it in the river, although its habit of returning to the course is almost a commonplace.
I have dedicated to this fish from the 80's when I had my first catch random undermining chub. Needless to say, the discovery of this beautiful star has polarized my attention immediately. Start to go over the river in early June and ends at the end of October or early November, but when I say go on the Tyrrhenian rivers I frequent, I mean, even at 12/14 25 km from the mouth. It seems impossible, but the bass makes such migrations in the river just to snare its prey, and not for purposes of reproduction as the cheppia.
Evolution but I want to emphasize, is to fish them in broad daylight and light equipment, which is a challenge in the challenge!
We know that the bass love to hunt at night or in conditions of deep water after a full hour and preferably in the height of the tide.
In reality, at least in autumn (from September onwards) with the shortening of days, you can find the peak of the tide in the late afternoon, but in full light, and find that the bass in full attack surface with water as clear as in the picture.
The best time is one that runs from one hour before the tide until an hour later, or with the approach of calasole, say from 18.30 to sunset.
When I talked to launch light, I mean what you practice with this equipment: rod Mitchell Elite Spin 6 '(1.98 m) that runs from 3 to 8 grams of high modulus carbon and T30 SIC guides, combined Mitchell in May 2000 the reel spooled with Berkley Pro Crystal Competition 0074, with tensile strength greater than 5 kg.
eslusivamente Fishing on the surface using the Berkley Ripple Sad to 7 cm. Pulse or Shad 6 cm. in different colors, baited with a hook straight kind Aberdeen and adding a lead projectile mounted upside down to get a warm effect popper, or spiombati if the distance to cover is not excessive, connects them through a "knotless" without a terminal fluorocarbon, Top Water fishing because there is no danger of abrasion.
The technique is very simple: Locate the battens of a scrape or a change to the next level of the river, throwing me sideways I position my bait across, so that current flow through the skipping and skating in full size, just like a little fish crazy jumps out of the water under the threat of the predator. You get spectacular bites, even when the prey are of modest size as those photographed, but once again I want to reiterate that it is important not only achieve the result but how you arrive!
I know that the cutting edges higher in hunt come late at night, but river fishing is permitted one hour before sunrise and one hour after sunset, sea bass also lead the attack, although smaller in size in broad daylight is worth all the effort!
ultimately the practice of catch and release, it is logically extended to me even to this predator, regardless of its size. A nice photo and go!

Sunday, October 10, 2010

2010 Isee Results Lower

order is written tiny


The asterisk removed made me realize that it's time to leave the tomatoes in their history. In real life if they so many stories and each has its own time, of aging on a blog I certainly do not want to. Whereas I really want to go on vacation and when I come back I will not be here.
Fortunately, my sweet and beloved cats are self-sufficient and know how to find food everywhere, some will not feel abandoned, even as they have their good blog where I can visit them if I feel like.
I thank them warmly for being with me.
The picture has its reason, the tomatoes were born as a strong defense against the viability of a more violent impulses cancellation. That beautiful woman was like the shadow and invisible because of this blog, I am leaving here that shadow once and for all. I certainly can not devote this blog, I'd be mad, I can dedicate this farewell, I would be equally crazy. Let's say I do it for me, because in it appear, even if only as a representation, I can finally part with it and go elsewhere with my vitality, throwing the ashes in the wind, as in the finale of Chocolat.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Difference Between A Cravat And An Ascott

Star



Here I made a useless post, which had begun just as useless to add comments.
Seeing the two things I applied mathematics, where zero plus zero is always zero.
a great job, no doubt about it ...
It leaves only an excerpt, I will remind you.

"It's not that I put the asterisk to comply with a copyright, it would be absurd, since when something is gained in effect becomes ours, not mention every time we use Fleming penicillin or Gutenberg every time we print a page .

Friday, October 8, 2010

Where Is My Cervix Located Days Before My Period

certain post tickle me


Sometimes I read things in blog that leaves me a bit 'confused and give me the measure of how much uncertainty there is in people also very smart and careful, which I interpret uncertainty as fair and elegant restraint. I know that with this open statement does straighten the spines of experts of systematic doubt, or even of people who, for their modesty, avoid naming specific things for fear of offending or wrong. I know I should take some lessons in style but this should not be confused with the fact that I'm wrong.
I quote in part a response that gave me a virtual friend whom I respect, I do not invade her pretty picky with my blog, I hope you will understand and I do not want to.
says his reply (his post was about a couple with a young and she him a rich and ugly):

"... I have not felt as a sort of puttanesimo, at least she showed me affection, but situation is commonly accepted, since the world world and the money make a man attractive also insignificant. "

I understand that my friend merely states a fact but does not want to take responsibility for saying that, except if you are proposing, in general, those puttanesimo . After he exhorted the girls also our chairman of the board of being a rich man. What is common practice not doubt it, but my house is called puttanesimo, which is equivalent all'anaffettività absolute. Because if we exclude the poor beaten on the road from nasty tormentors destroying their fragile identity, the rest are real whores in the worst sense of the word. Hookers killers and victims of a culture that has replaced the muscular power of the male animal with the economic power of the male "civilized." But this is still an animal.
who follows me for a while 'of time knows that I maintain that the human being is an animal and then human beings who have the vision to fund carries a blindness violent and stupid that will make sick people who can not reject it.
I note that my friend thinks she noted that the relationship is not of puttanesimo and I'm happy, I hope so too. But then it means that it is a relationship in which the money, which is a material object, you prefer the internal substance of the other, which is not material. If you're a beautiful girl with an "old man" they tend to see the worst, because you know that instead could be a relation of desire to drastically change the minds little accustomed to freedom. Very few are able to "bear" the vision of that relationship without being envious, especially it is impossible for those who have a vision of human beings as animals. So my sincere wishes to the couple does not "normal" if normality is puttanesimo or puppets. I have already written somewhere that freedom makes it unpredictable only healthy people, while they still the same crazy cancellations.
conclude, however, reminding my friend that my comment was quite articulate (even though I know that it is not escaped), even within the limits of a few lines allowed. I asked myself the enormous problem of love for the oldest, the youngest, in which, always on the good health of both of them, very often we run the risk of violence unseen, from which you can fall in the abasement of both. The old man asks the young man to see what he sees, the young man asks the same. The balance of these two forces is the miracle of rare genius of certain relationships that are transformative and creative ... until they can last. And I must point out that these relations should never be understood in the Greek style of the mentor with the student, otherwise it would be homosexual rape (the Greeks had not reached the conceptualization of human sexuality), are instead understood as a relationship with the utterly different from himself and for this reason can reach absolute moments of creativity, otherwise trivial identification of parent-child or even worse.

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New year, new style!

Hello everyone!
Fantasia 4 Hands is renewed. Since September started the new year creative (a bit like the school) and I also decided to renew the look of your blog. Unfortunately and fortunately increasingly having to share things we need new space. At the moment everything is piled up and became difficult to untangle this mess.

So let's cut to the old and go on to great.
If between now and tomorrow you will find it difficult to see the blog or see strange things do not worry it's just because I decided to do the upgrade without shutting down the blog.

I hope not too much trouble and having to set this work to make your visit more enjoyable.
Thanks again for your support and the support they give me daily.

wish you a wonderful day for everyone. Laura

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Starchoice Remote Program

stories of everyday life


The teacher is always the teacher and the piano teacher is still more!
And here it is coming, just this morning, we had not seen in years, accompanied by a flutist, a beautiful woman, as the teacher, moreover, that those little hands smote the keyboard by lifting a cloud of scales and arpeggios that let me always mouth open. She enjoyed her vain and coquette, my admiration for those young learner furious fingers, as well as for the breasts that shook every prosperous "fortissimo". Ah, the music, how wonderful to hear and read so closely in the body, because he is the worker harmony, what does the hard work and stubborn, but it carries the sense of hearing to the brain that once the artifacts, since the transient attack (someone will have noticed how much importance do transient attack) captures image noise and fly away along with the music to bring it all to the body of the hearer.
From the body and the body comes back. Perhaps this is Anais Nin
argued that the best lovers were musicians, so long to let them express them by giving them "ears" sensitive and silent bodies. (Oh, she said, not I!)
The musicians are transformed when they play, they can be vulgar and ignorant people, but if you know how to play let them talk to their means and they will tell you things that verbal language can never say.
And so my teacher, so Viareggio, fiery and rompicazzi handy if it had a piano or a man, but was so virtuous when he played one or the other of the two. Or so someone told me as regards the second, if we want to call the instrument.
now teaches at the "Cherubim" and continues to do concerts. It has some subtle wrinkles but is only an extension of the score of his heart, which is reflected in the beautiful face, which has many keys to write and those bass and the violin is not enough anymore. Her eyes are bluer than I've ever seen, quick as lightning, almost like his irreverent language.
I could not write about this meeting, has filled my heart and part of the case, in that case that I know very well that does not exist.
said, the teacher enters, the flutist who wanted to meet me. Do not get your hopes up that it is for my compositional skills, not just talk about it, but a funny thing. It 'happened because the teacher who does not want to use the internet, I had contacted by the flutist who has an account on facebook, from which I see myself get a message (yes I know, I have always spoken ill of facebook, do not bother the Balls!) said I get this message that the bearer (ugly word, like a latrine, cambiamolo!) say the messenger apologized for the intrusion into my wall and I would read the words below " but they were only the message that she ******** went by (the teacher of course). " The message began with a " Asshole! " and after intermission a well-articulated, I'm not here to repeat as a matter of decorum and decency, ended with the same word starting with mo 'move in fee. Ripresomi by surprise I think about it a bit 'and then say, keeping the content of the composition that I had just received. In short it happened that the flute player, as its duty to liege messenger, it said that exchange of return, as if they were song and anthem, so at the end of this responsory has introduced herself, and has formed a trio, then, for the disappearance of the teacher, duo is back.
Now, I say, is it possible that I want to know the shit that I write and not for my music??
Anais, da'retta, fuck off.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Red Palms And Calcium

lines


A shutter, newly opened, closed in my heart and lets in light horizontal lines, the staff of a music that was only the beginning. I guess minor thirds and semitones sensual, but the counterpoint is made with grains sand, flew here from a distant desert, fell to the ground in a shower of tears powerless, paid for the stupidity of men and their absurd boundaries, imaginary lines that do not draw anything.

Stream Katesplayground

snuff


He went without fault,
other scenes had in mind.
And so, without reason, the moment I saw


that creates nothing and just conceal it. Golden Tobacco

became the first object in the casket
secure,
other on hold.
jumped out
mischievous sprite,
leaving that metal,

too cold to keep a heart

too mean to say that was love.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Waitress Gentlemens Club

A post not suitable for long lazy.


I was thinking about the debate that there was Mel Books in Florence for the latest book by Massimo Fagioli "Left2007" We were pigiatissimi despite four hundred people, but when there is so much Beans should always end up half way. The level of discussion is always very high, the beads to take home are so many that you can not ever keep them all, and I've always said that this is to attend a genius because we realize how little intelligence and whether its that does so much to tell even a few things, will always be too much for the normal capacity of my tiny brain to contain them all. But the style at the table says that we should not binge, there will be time to sample all, each according to his abilities, which here take the first class is deficient.
Luckily there is a video online that allows me to recapture some pearl drop or not seen.
In fact, when a certain press saw these phenomena, still started the attack with the labels and then via a sfegiare Guru or holy man calling the psychiatrist or other such amenities. Totally avoiding the fact that the psychiatrist in question has a curriculum to embarrass any of his other colleague. Obviously the goal is scarring the image to deny the scientific discourse that is connected to it. But this stuff is now old, take the heel as they say, has few concerns scempiotti Enlightenment culture and a type that spreads more "La Repubblica".
Instead, what has always intrigued me is the terrible dynamic that sees reason to hide themselves in piety.
fact we know that the reason he sees only what appears and does not care what is hidden and not perceptible to the senses. This is the key reason why, when it comes to psychic reality, we find ourselves in a chaos of opinions and conjectures, or philosophical views of religious nonsense. There has never been a study that had all the requirements of science. They needed a qualitative leap in the methodology of thought, so there was free obtuse positivistic nineteenth century without falling into dogmatism or nell'elucubrazione philosophical. There shall be a medical science that transcends the limits of the visible and audible to reach the deductible.
So far I've seen people, even very close to me, know that despite the existence of a scientific theory exposed in a speech and comprehensive, it does not read a page. Proper respect for their freedom, but a little question from me, motherfucker I do, I'm just indifferent? Or have realized what could be in those books and they must deny a priori? And why should they stupidly do this denial a priori? What escapes them? Or what NOT to escape them? I say this because I would understand the criticism if he had read and understood the first one, if not all, at least something. Rather inexplicably refuse. I would be inclined to think that sometimes become overwhelmed with fear. Why do I say this? Why do some press, over the years, has made the job of destroying the image, depicting the group as if it were a mass of potted plants. Obvious is not it? If there is a guru or guru who attends is therefore a stoned idiot. Instead, they are fools to believe them, because they think instead of believing should confirm that person without fear of being "brainwashed". Evidently there are religious and believe in the influences of spirits ... And then let them of course the freedom to believe what they want, but knowing that you are already autoesclusi the ability to think and learn.
make me put in a distant story, when in the eighties, he published a vitriolic article on the messenger (if I remember correctly). A fierce pile of accusations and insults without the slightest competence and knowledge of the subject. Then it was discovered that the reporter was a little girl. We surprised a lot of this "omnipotence" however silly, but the recipient of the charges, with seraphic calm, said that behind the "flirt" was an ancient culture and that she was only a poor killers of this dominant mentality. The question becomes more profound if we consider that is the idea that no one can resist the urge for annulment, because it leads to madness (Van Gogh and many artists may be an example). What is the "trick" totally unconscious? That's not to recognize that there is instead, primarily affected, sometimes in complete and total "good faith" even if it is a bona fide mental illness that hides the "normal" (a little 'speech that the "blood of toad "of the Nazis did). If something disturbs the
you disappear, for the physiological dynamics that is taken at birth, or the "disappearance fantasy" that is new to the absolute opposite of the outside world. Dynamics that enable the emergence of reality psychic with the formation of the first mental image that integrates the vitality we will search for a breast. If then there is the breast, but only physically, the first image fails and you get sick.
For this reason alone is a poor crutch and nothing can raid in front of an unconscious that is sick.
What disturbs in any way, is the appearance of a new way of thinking that makes the old one lame reason and that does not allow the unconscious to be considered "crazy" by nature. If one is mad because they did is sick, not born schizophrenic or psychotic or paranoid or depressed or anorexic or hysterical. And what makes us sick? Cancellations, manifested nell'anaffettività others. Just one drive that many continue to act against a scientific discovery that has revealed clear. In a sense it's like an infected wound with a spit on Fleming. The mental illness of "normal" makes these jokes. If running an organic medicine in the arms of the doctor to get help, often in medicine of the mind is almost the opposite, and this has to be said for honesty, thanks to a culture that has always done everything to prevent it ever did a serious research on the human reality, by spreading a meandering conviction that there is no cure mental illness. Sometimes there is incurable, but not the cerebral disease, poor, have an organic lesion and those in need of neurologists, while Hitler is incurable, but, as someone said, maybe we are concerned about the suicide of Hitler?
who believes he can solve everything with reason inevitably calls for religion to take care of everything that is not right and the damage is done. Although it claims to be atheist. Why do we always believe that the irrational and madness, in a permanent split between body and soul. Only
discovering the instinct you can cancel the deal and not go crazy in front of those who acts or operates. And it is an almost everyday unfortunately ... just read the newspapers, or just look around, sometimes even more expensive to love, which cancels all your research and smile tells you that a review is like any other.
In science you can not have opinions otherwise is not science.
And then I smile thinking of Copernicus with regard to things a day observed.
After the discovery of the formation of the retina around the twenty-fourth week he's recently added another that shows who is the light to activate the brain substance and that you even a single photon. The breath has nothing to do, it's just a result. So that no more breaking balls with little question, "and the blind from birth as they do?" There are no blind dala birth, because it is proven that a fetus does not have the capacity to be stimulated the light dies before birth.
And then a confirmation is to emphasize the correctness of the theory, pace of the positivists, and why not even the spiritualists.

I had barely time to write this post that stupidity and lies back to the attack as if nothing had happened. Cynically point out that fall to the bean in support of what I said at the beginning. I'll put the link Beans wrote the letter to the editorial staff of the Unit to guard against obscene lies that some journalists write lightly. But these journalists what are they made? What they have in their pens abysmal idiocy?

PS but more than lucid idiocy and crime, also the service of a culture of reason and religion.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Free Tech Deck Games Play

You must be a rumor ...


I know you must be a rumor and it rospini appropinquano to what will become my winter garden, be sure to find one of their colleagues sympathetic and unbiased. Today it rained, they are having a party and go for a stroll. I opened the back door and eccotelo there.

Good evening, I say to him, the rain stopped?

Good evening, he says, yes, but so is the stream below.

But why come here if the stream is there?

to meet you and look at the eyes.

Oh, and what you see in my eyes? If you are

toad really well or if you're just a cheap imitation.

What do you mean by that, I am a man.

Oh, what a bean that you are, I can see me too!

And then what are you babbling?

I wanted to see if you were bad or not, and I see from your eyes.

You know what I saw you in the eyes of me!

You do not worry, I know that what one sees and knows a few more people.

This is good, a visionary who sattuttolui toad.

Idiot, you just wrote a post on the Sincerity and Truth.

what?

And you continue with this, I know you've done.

You know? But you are arrogant!

Yes, I've written you that sincerity is presumptuous.

I wrote this? I read by chance? What would you like an appendix?

I do not need, you rather tell me how you combined the heart is after all the crap you've written lately.

Bullshit?

Well, someone might just read it.

No, my friend, no.

And how can you be sure?

because I know what I'm sure that someone is intelligent and, above all, I am certain paranoid of his humanity, even when the collapses or when it comes in wet and dark valleys or where in a bit 'of euphoria, and no longer sees you pass over with the bike at full speed.

But you could say things with a little 'more attention and tenderness, you know what it takes to form, no?

carezzine Who makes the mind on the head and kills, always be wary of who uses these priestly ways, and then that someone, believe me, I do not really need, has a natural pride, a fact of birth that should be recognized as having blacks or blond hair.

But then, from what you say, you love her.

course moltissimissimo.

Then there is no doubt, you're a toad, me your hand.

Um, never mind.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Greek Values Shown In Discobolus

birthday



It was October, the four to be precise, they do three years at midnight round round ... I write about this nonsense blogghino.
I would like to celebrate, but do not know how. I'm here with my fingers and I do not have anything decent. Shit, now that the time is up!
But it is always the last moment that you really feel the fragrance when the flower petals in the wind free, when the images are just around the corner, when a sound goes off in its echo. Why do I always find things after they have been living, that if I knew I would be a horrendous first envious that never gives the possibility for life to amaze me. And there's always surprises, sweet or bitter be.
undeniable fact is that dreams are made at night, but remember in the morning. And I know for sure I dreamed I had beautiful flowers between his fingers and beautiful images in his arms, while harmonious voices singing words of love. But this
live in perpetual separation from the past without too many illusions about the future.
with sincerity, this pain in the ass, peeping, and I pull my jacket.
Dilla all greengrocer!
What a bore that little voice, if only I was a bit 'deaf ignore it, it would be a good excuse, but it is so attached to my ears humming that I can not hear anything but her. Despotic, arrogant and conceited, he thinks to be always in the right because it has a way of presenting inaggirabile and incorruptible. I sometimes, when it is too fierce and ruthless, do anything to soothe her, dressed up, clothe, stains, that is stripped away and left bare to face, as does the more feminine women and I tremble with fear and desire to same time, because I never know what will happen the first comparison. But it is so beautiful that I must get involved, whatever the cost.
So, then, I look better, so in broad daylight, and I can see his shadow, his name is Truth. And it is particularly a shadow, who sometimes can not see, especially when, in an opalescent haze made of sighs, say you love, or I heard him say, honestly. How many times the light of day has also drawn sharp shadow, sharp as a razor, which covered those sweet words on a writing never pitch black.
Words, like tears buried raised, donated flowers as they fade, in a continuous play of light and shadow, of sincerity and truth.
And then what is the one and what is the other?
What the hell, a woman is more than enough already, they have me in two, the downfall is assured. Fortuna (alas !!!), here's a third "a woman are very much" and this wonderful statement as true allows me to accept my fate as a man, imperfect and in constant research, whose identity is inextricably linked to the comparison with that wonderful iridescent rainbow, enclosed in the most desirable bodies, in hopes of finding a human being. Sincerity and Truth
And play with my life. When I have arms like the other one and when I miss the other one. In nothing is the wisdom that I have, that if I threw it to the wind.
I keep the dreams lost in the heart, never scratched in their sincerity, I try to make new ones and let the shadow of the truth I just need to ink do not lie to myself.

Everything else is mere survival.

Happy Birthday my blogghino.

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Saturday, October 2, 2010

Pokemon Emerald Gordon

more difficult.


was 22 March 2009 ...

And I noticed a boorish action, not read, or did not want to read it, but someone noticed her and I pointed out the e. .. unfortunately repeated itself more than a year and a half away. But even without reading it I knew what I was dealing with. I only hoped the report would transform at least the terrible core anaffective and narcissistic. I do not know how he succeeded, because now there are those who exchange the euphoria and love the show is always the boss, even if disguised with high-sounding words and courtly, cultured and witty arabesques, often empty and hedonistic as a book of Baricco.
But sometimes the seeds are slow to mature ... Youth has no certain time (funny paradox) and I am an optimist, and I will not be very impressed by the cancellations but, alas, someone mistakes it for scarring my rough demand to see beyond appearances.
But it was not my error, even if others thought that because I thought that self-destruction. But it was research, and research roots have thousands and thousands of images. And I being of sound mind can also risk the skin, because I am able to jump off at the last moment and not worry about some scratch more or less profound, is part of life. I am interested in knowing and discovering for POI, because a star out to make judgments not needed, the preestablished knowledge is as poisonous sperm, but we must suspend all judgments, and do not really love others of falling in love with him for a mirror.
Pies and I slipped on misunderstandings, m'incazzo boorish action only when the sign is not obvious to a naive lack of experience for the few real relationships had, but a dull narcissism, which transforms the real stories and fables in concrete to be put under glass as dead butterflies. What really scares me.

Friday, October 1, 2010

What Happen To Tawnee Stone

there are evenings that will scramble all ... Surprise

Yes way, despite my caustic criticism I have to admit that facebook is a little bit. A few days ago a drummer friend, with whom I made some small concert many years ago, I was invited to an evening to hear him play with his new group. It made me really happy and then I went there, played in the cafeteria of the Oblates.
And here I have to open a small parenthesis, in which yours truly tries any kind of sharp edge to slam his head repeatedly, because when he saw the wonder of the place are the Oblates was harshly criticized for not never been there before (I have a justification but now on the refuse, it is time to stop!). The Oblates have a convent in central Florence, with dome that will be squashed on the nose, cloisters, loggias, terraces, library, cafeteria, restaurant and more, all in a simple elegance. From now on we'll very often I think, also because of the nice people. Well, close the parentheses.
My friend became very good and was sincere and simple as I remembered it. After the hugs and some quick news on the last years I have helped assemble the instruments. Another surprise was the guitarist, who did not recognize, but instead he came up with a wide smile to greet me (fuck that bitch to figure that I did), then all the memories came like a raging torrent and I had a feeling very particular way. Yes, because while fumbling with cables and sound as if I had seen myself that I had walked another path, another possibility, namely that of a professional musician as they did. I confess that the little heart was beating abnormally few. Little has served me to say, just from Alexander, the guitarist, the music is practically starving, I replied that I always knew, but I regret he did not have that same courage. He shook his head, adding that the occupation forces you to play what other people want and not what you want. I know it's true, but I felt for him a compliment saying that you want to sound like what the public wants is a wonderful research.
I enjoyed much of the concert in pleasant company, I made a lot of unexpected encounters, old acquaintances but also new faces that came on my heart, in fact I was really happy, like I found a piece of myself that had low-cut, have you ever seen that this is not finally melt my frozen fingers?
Apart from that, during the evening I found a little 'in Florence, not the postcard, not letting the ball absurd for tourists like pigeons, but that of people, more and more rare and secluded in this fucking city, which like so much view from the outside but from within is often frigid hysteric allucchettata the Renaissance.

As usual I had my camera phone and vile, sooner or later the throttle!